Donkey
"Noooo, I don't want to!" I looked up from my Glamour magezine and glanced at Hannah on the other bed in our tiny hotel.
"Hannah, it's our last night. We are not going to go to bed at eight o'clock." She groaned but eventually was persauded and 15 minutes later we set off for our moonlight donkey ride. It was fantasy like; plodding over moon lit dunes through tiny villiages of straw houses. I felt like an Arabian princess.
Camel
"Should be here soon," said Jamal as we lay under the shade of a boat house on the shore of the brilliant blue Indian Ocean.
"Ah, there they come," I nodded to the far end where two proud camels bobbed steadily towards our direction. We bartered over the price for a few moments and then watched the two beach boys, who were to be our guides, assemble the sadles. Two long sticks criss-crossed in the front-handles of sorts- then layers of middle east looking blankets for a cushion. I hiked up my pants then lept fearlessly onto the hump. Holding tight to the sticks I readied myself for the beast to arise. It was an experience like no other: I was lurched backwards 90 degrees, then shot forward perpendicular to the ground then finally leveled out. Smiling I looked across to Hannah to see if she had been as over joyed with the experience as I. Snapping photos and giggling we rode off into the horizon...
Other Modes
The Black Pearl was a majestic boat. Its planks were clean and well varnished and canopy blocked the beating sun rays from damaging our delicate skin. The company wasn't bad either, three young beach boys and three more waiting on Shella beach for our arrival. My favourite stood with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a massive afro dyed blonde. His shirt read "beach boy" and he splashed into the water to help us out of the boat. I smiled as I thought one Black Pearl and six Jack Sparrows.
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