“On the road again”
Wait a second shouldn’t it be:
“On the camel again”
Yeah, I think that’s right.
So, again. Yes, I have been on a camel before. When I was up in Kakadu in ‘03. You should know that I’ve been everywhere, man! But, come on, let’s focus on the main stuff, hey! You may of seen camel rides in Broome advertised but we actually jumped on a camel, got up, went for a joy ride, got down, hopped off and that’s it. Pretty simple, but it was a lifetime-remembering ride.
MY CAMEL
My camel’s name was Cairo, which is the capital of Egypt. I shared my camel with my mum and Ruby. Dad and Ella, on the other hand, had a camel named Isaac. Not too sure why. Wait, I’m getting side-tracked! This paragraph is called My Camel. All right, let’s obey the paragraph name! OK, Cairo (KY-row) wasn’t as tall as Dad and Ella’s (come on, Jack, focus. Your camel). Its legs were about 4 or 5 ft tall but from toes to nose, about 2m. Cairo was approximately 1.5m long. Like all the camels he had a poo-bag around its butt. Some missed-droppings that landed on the sand were picked up by the pooper-scooper boy at the back of the herd! Poor guy!
Not much to talk about on a camel ride. Sorry, off to Cape Leveque! Jack
Hello guys! Am really enjoying the blogs especially the bit about the poo-bag and the pooper-scooper (how do I get a job like that!?)
ReplyDeleteBought a tent last week off Ebay in preparation for catching up with you in January. Love to you all. Sel xox