Spraying a dab of perfume on myself this morning made me think about camels.
“Camels, I like,” said Aubed, our guide in the Empty Quarter of Oman. “I own some with my cousin.”
“Why do you like them?” I asked.
“Very smart animal. Call their name, they come. Camel milk I like. The meat, too.”
“Do you think we’ll see any camels out here?” I asked Aubed.
“One family still has some. Maybe on the way out.”