After lunch we headed out to the desert for camel rides and to watch the sun set across the desert.
Yes we actually went on a 1 hour camel ride – and let me tell you, if you had to ride one of these things for a few days you would hardly be able to walk.
They were well behaved though; ours was led by a 12 year old, so it was just as well.
That night we were carted off for a ‘cultural dinner’, you know the type where if you do not enjoy the cultural dances and jangly music, you get no dinner.
We were well greeted at the new desert hotel, and Barry and Cydonia shared our desire to start eating before the festivities were completely over.