We had a small breakfast when we get up. Soon after, our guide of the second day came, along with three camels. The camels were quite skinny, but tall. It was our first time to ride a camel in the desert. We were kind of excited but also worried since we had heard many painful stories about camel riding in the past. We walked to the camels. The guide made a "shuzzz" noise and successfully made the camels to knee down. One by one each of us climb onto a camel. It turned out that my camel was actually the "nicest" one, well trained and relatively well disciplined.
Forgot how long the ride really was, maybe an hour, or an hour and a half, in open desert, over rolling sand dunes. As the morning went by the desert was warming up quickly. I was always trying to find the "best" position on the camel, so that I could balance myself without killing my thighs and comfortably take pictures with my FM2. Every time we passed by scattered plants our camels would venture off a little, lower their heads to chew on the leaves, and always cause a chaotic moments by pulling all camels onto one side, since all of our camels, including the one rode by the guide, were tied together with ropes.
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