Me meeting our guide and Michael Jackson and soon lamely confessing that I was really nervous.
Don't be nervous!
Don't mind me back here getting drenched in bad flirting.
1. Ben could ride with me to eliminate a little fear and a lot of winks from our guide
2. Guide boy's going to ever stop with the gentle touches
3. If I can make the whole trip without bailing off the side
I was handed the rope and was now in charge of leading our train of three camels. Here's a pic of me realizing I had no idea how to stop these bad boys if they decided to bolt. Everyone is obviously oblivious to our state of danger.
Michael Jackson kept twisting his head back in the oddest angle. I was waiting for spit, or a bite, but he was just scratching his head up and down his neck.
Maybe if I would have realized that I was in all of these pictures, I would have played along with the other posey people.