There was Angelina's visit: ehhhhh, she's ok. This coming from a guy who has recently taken to drooling on his pillow at night and has suffered from equatorial sun caused hair loss. Ok, so I have no room to talk.
Then there was the Cameroonian Elephant stalking mission with Elizabeth's boss Asa. Nothing quite like shaking hands with your local guide, after he's led you too the sweet spot. Yep, nothing quite like it, because your hand stinks like the elephant shit he's been picking up and rubbing with both hands all along the hike. Mmmmm, a natural aphrodisiac. I had to beat the woman of N'djamena off after that.
Then of course there was the X-Saharan epic camel journey, where we battled for survival on a daily basis, had to hunt our own scorpions to eat for dinner and battle angry Arabic men all along the way! Ok, so we really just walked around in a big circle in the desert while the Muslim men and boys leading our camels probably were vocalizing just how silly we looked. The camels seemed to agree here and then with strange grunts and growns.
You may call me: Archie of Arabia.
Ok, actually you may not.
Ride it baby, ride it!
And after the ride, we had time to experience three Passionate camel emotions:
Happiness, such as after a good ride thru the desert, or after telling a good joke to your camel jockeying buddies:
Horrific Shock, such as when one learns the next oasis' sweet water has been spoiled by the rampant defecation of your adversarial camel brethren!
Or my least favorite of all:
Utter Sublimity: on the the part of the camel, as he releases what proves to be the Chadian version of chemical warfare from his backside. Chalk one up for the camels, 0 for the humans.
