Today was another fairly low key Jumaa. The day started like many others with PT. After a quick breakfast there were emails to answer and paperwork to do. The work day was rounded off with a long meeting.
Then there were the camels. Our MWR committee had them brought on camp for rides and photos for a donation. It was not that different than riding a horse. There was just more distance from me to the ground than on a horse. It was not as wobbly as an elephant. But it was not as messy as one either.
I could not discern any overpowering camel smell. Perhaps the notorious Mazar e Shariff dust had clogged my nose thoroughly. Later I came by the area and noticed that someone had cleaned up after the camels. We can't have anything disgusting tainting our pristine gravel.
I could not discern any overpowering camel smell. Perhaps the notorious Mazar e Shariff dust had clogged my nose thoroughly. Later I came by the area and noticed that someone had cleaned up after the camels. We can't have anything disgusting tainting our pristine gravel. The end of the day I visited the Bazaar adjacent to camp. I did a little shopping again. I got to use a little of my Dari and found that I picked up more listening to casual conversation.
Hang on, Doc! (PS: We have two camels in Manchester, Washington. But I haven't yet got drunk enough to sneak in and try to ride them.)
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