about ten years ago we took camels from Dahab to Gabr El Bint on the way back along a 2 ft wide path that falls right of a cliff my camel started biting my girlfriends camel in the back of the leg . it was a bit tense to say the least.
Omg that trip brings back memories I have to tell the story. We were taking dive safari there to a Bedouin encampment to of course of dive. We arrived uneventfully enjoying the desert sites. The Bedouins prepared us a meal with an amazing flat bread and told us we had to put our fire.
In the morning the Bedouins provided us with another meal, during preparation one the divers forgot his booties and you can’t really wear loose fins and so he was resigned to opting out . I happened to have to wear two sets of boots for my over sized fins for a usable fit so gave him one set, shredding a towel and making a wrap to form the extra set boots I needed for myself. dived saved . It was amazing the water was teaming with life. Our packing up went quickly and the camp children started poking around and were a bit curious . Having a supply of Sculpting balloons on me as I often do I thought why not make them some balloon animals, it was an instant hit. to much so in fact soon the whole village was there , mothers pushing to the front the line with their children to make sure they got theirs first, some demanding two before others got one, me twisting balloons as fast as I could wishing to the clown gods I had not been naive enough to reveal I could make a balloon flower because now every one wanted a flower . despite my best efforts I was unable twist a balloon for every child before the guide said we really must go. I resigned to giving the left out children un-inflated balloons and rode out of the encampment on a camels back with a half dozen angry Bedouin children chasing after and shouting that I was a very bad man.
Right? Most people think this was some woman looking for a easy pay day, but she was badly, badly injured. I remember those old coffee cups from McDonald’s as back in the 80s, my dad had a regular habit of getting a coffee from them after his shift ended. They were not like the cups and lids we have now. I do believe this event changed the kinds of cups they used (and the whole industry used), but I’m not sure.
Look, if you’d not bother them when they were doing maths in their head, you’d be okay. It’s not their fault they love maths and hate humanity…
Wife was a travel agent and had a customer try to sue the agency because a woman burned her breasts in the Caribbean and “ruined her honeymoon for her husband”. No one had warned her the sun was hot and you might not want to go topless. Nothing happened to the suit, but the agents were told to warn people that yeah, you might want to not get burned.