This Christmas I went to Morocco with my parents and some friends. One day we went for an excursion with camels. In the afternoon (five o'clock), a Tuareg guide helped us to ride the camel. We rode the camels for two hours. At night we arrived at a Haima, a Tuareg camp. The Haima is a fenced-in area where there are some very big tents. In the middle of the tents usually the Tuaregs make a bonfire. In the Haima we met a guy from Madrid, and we drank the typical tea. At supper time the Tuaregs brought us the food, they bring to us the tableware. We didn'tasked the Tuaregs for the tableware and they told us that we had to eat with our hands. The food was, but it burns very much!
After supper the Tuaregs started to sing typical Tuareg songs. Me and my friends stayed for about a half hour, but we were so bored we decided to go climb the dune. We finally couldn't get down. But in the morning everybody started to climb the dune, but me, one of my friends (the other one was blissed ?? and he couldn't), and my father are the only ones that got to the top of the dune. After that we mounted the camels again for two hours more of "cameling".
Finally I had a terrible leg ache and I couldn't hardly walk. After this I swear that I never ride a camel again.
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