It was embarrassing enough to be seen on the shabby camel I named “Stinky.” Being seen being led on a line like a little boy made it worse.
Stinky, it seemed, was also “crazy.” “Camel crazy. Crazy!” Ahmed declared, waving his arms about dramatically. My repeated entreaties to ride like Werner, and not be led, were lost among the laughter of real little boys fishing in the canal.
I was led this way, sullen, for an hour or so, out to where the trees and boys were few. Ahmed called a halt at the last tree. It was to be, evidently, the site of his toilet break.
Bio:
Anthony Jenkins is an artist, writer, and Lawrence of Athens, Ontario.