I met the fella here, and thought I better say hello before we took off.
He seemed safe enough. One of the girls in the village if I was scared … I think she asked if I thought he would eat me. I replied that camels don’t eat people, which she found riotous.
This fist up in the air is one of the things I saw a lot from the women in the village. I guess it’s sort of like a thumbs up sign…like in solidarity or something. Evidently the thumbs up action has some political connotations in Niger.
Once they brought the camel out, they were ready for me to hop on, as is. Ther’s a tuft of hair on the top of the camel’s hump that they told me to hold on to Jeanel told them I would not be riding without a saddle, so they strapped one on for me.
More saddle strapping.
They helped me up and basically gave me one instruction: “Hold on tight.” OK!
Me and the camel on the open range!
This is the only one of two photos in this bunch taken by me. It’s my view from atop the camel, my view of my leader and of course, Jeanel (right).
I felt like the pied piper, with a line of children following me. This is the gaggle of kiddos after they turned the camel around!
More of me being a goof. The fella that was leading the camel told Jeanel it was sort of like a wedding procession. In their custom, the bride is carried from her parents house to the groom’s house. It can be via a camel, donkey cart or just people picking her up. I guess people follow behind in a procession like this. Only I’m not a bride and we’re going to no groom’s house. J
My favorite part of this one is the spring in the kid’s step on the left side of the frame. To me, this really makes the picture interesting.
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