A lone sunflower beside the trail reflects the light from the swinging lanterns of our handlers.

The camels moved out, slowly following one another. Perched high above the ground I felt very insecure even though I was in a leather chair seat strapped tightly to his back.. As we moved into position the motion of the camel was far from smooth. The motion could only be described as like riding down a country road full of deep, unavoidable ruts. I was constantly bumping up and down, landing fully on my tail bone each step forward. I hung on to the horn so tightly that my knuckles were already becoming cramped. I have no idea how I will be able to ride for days on this uncomfortable beast. We moved Easterly as the sun slowly set behind us and miles and miles of nothingness in front of us. To late now, I am on my way.