Riding a camel was not the only touristy thing that I did while I was in Morocco--I bought a rug, I had my head wrapped into a turban, I bought a fez and balloon pants, and I seriously considered changing all the light fixtures in my house into the wonderful brass lamp coverings that I saw everywhere-- but a camel ride is the obvious choice for the most touristy thing that I did.
Pictured here are the two camels my son and I rode, and he atop his camel.
Here are my retrospective thoughts on the experience. First and foremost, it is a shock when the camel stands up. I was completely unprepared for the sudden altitude change. One minute I am easily climbing onto the camel's back and seemingly instantaneously to that I am 12 feet off the ground and holding onto the saddle with a death grip. Once I reassured myself that I was indeed atop the camel, I hung on for dear life and the rest of the ride was pretty enjoyable. For about 15 minutes. After that I became seriously concerned that if my life depended on me riding a camel to safety that I might fail at the task. That is a very wide hump. The muscles on my inner thighs were not conditioned for a long stroll in the savannah on camel back. The good news is that I was once again on terra firma in about 60 minutes, and after the shock of going up, I was better prepared for the speed with which the camel descended to the earth and managed to disembark the ride with a modicum of grace. I know it is the ultimate desert cliche but in the end, I would recommend a camel ride.
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