Tuesday, June 29, 2010
But what's a girl to do? These are the names/numbers that came up in the randomizer. Usually it's someone that I have never even seen their blogs, that win. Not this time. Nope, Good Karma reared her head and out popped:
Jay from Cynical Bastard:
and Dana from Amid Life's Crises:
I thought about dumping everything back in the box and redrawing, but that would BE wrong. It wouldn't just LOOK wrong. So, here I am with Jay and Dana. And I'm piling stuff in a box to send to Arkansas and Illinois!
Congrats! You're going to get some crap from China!!!!
And just in case you thought that I was finished with China pics and stories. I rode a CAMEL. Hell yeah. It was the most surreal thing that I've ever done.
Between the two humps, I plopped myself. He got up on one knee. Then the other and then WHOOF we're UP! Way up.
I was the second person on. Six of us rode. We loped off into the desert from the middle of effin' nowhere to a scene of nothing but dunes. It was like being at sea, but with only sand.
Our local guide got a little too close to one of the camels and wore a spit shirt for the rest of the day. I was lucky. I got to ride the Camillac of the camels. Mine had a seat, with rugs and a blanket tossed on top at the last second.
I was so impressed with the guys. They were shifting right. Then shifting left. Us girls finally figured out the problem. Family jewels stuck between the humps must hurt.
My camel seat had an arched handle. You have no idea how important that holder on-er was! Everybody starting griping and bitching about holding onto a stinky, sweaty hump. They stunk for the rest of the day. I roomed with my cousin and three days later, she was going through her luggage and moved the shirt she wore on the "Camel Day" and I could smell it clear across the room.
Lesson for the day: Try not to touch the stink.