Barnaby gets the hump
Barnaby’s not speaking to us. He’s making a silent protest against our decision to eat camel brochettes today. (They were delicious, especially the chunks of hump fat.)
Normally he’s quite keen to try new things. But back in Merzouga on the edge of the desert he met Leila, who carried him gracefully through the dunes. He rather liked Leila.
So when he saw huge hunks of camel meat hanging up outside the butchers’ shops here in the Western Sahara, he was less than impressed.
Poor Barnaby. Maybe we’ll try to cheer him up tonight with some local oysters. As far as we know he’s never befriended any bivalves.