Any four legged animal which is taller than me will freak me to death. I don’t like being near or even the sight of it hurtling towards me will bring out a hardcore scream out of my lungs. I’m a 5’6” and that’s just about how wimp I can be.
While driving back home after a short trip to the beach outside the emirates, I spotted camels! Yes, four-legged-animals-taller/bigger-than-me. I pulled off a chortle like a little kid, I was so stirred up. I have seen camels only in the zoo, fenced in, famished and ribs roughly visible. But those camels I saw from the highway were something else, they’re in good shape, peaceful and lack of restrictions.
And the strange thing was they were not in the desert, the herd was wandering at the beachfront. How awesome could that be! Who would’ve thought camels are only for deserts, I guess the tan they’re getting on the wasteland wasn’t fair enough.
We went closer to take photos, and surprisingly that’s when I gave in a loud shriek when one of them came walking in huge steps to my direction. I nearly had a mini heart attack.
Then I figured out they were much quieter and gentler than any quadruped beast. I therefore proclaim that they are “cool” animals.
Another strike out from my bucket list. Next mission: ride on them.
