We stayed in a "camp" for a night, built just for OAT groups. It was gorgeous! Not at all what I think of camping, but definitely fun.
My tent:
Dad getting his turban spun:
The King and Queen of our camp:
My camel and camel leader -- my camel apparently hated me, he got up before I was even sitting on him, he made my saddle come loose on our walk, and he didn't want to follow the other camels. Interesting....
"Look! No hands!"
The mustard seed fields we walked by:
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