Thursday, December 26, 2013


The name of the camel we rode on in Grand Canaria was Richard.  He was an old camel. It was a terrible swing. I thought he had something wrong with his legs.  I remember that the driver's name whom we employed in Uganda was also Richard. When I finished riding, I said thank you to camel Richard.

Please step back from my trunk,Elsa!   I can't pack up.

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