My car , a prado wrecked outside the flaps.
My host offered me coffee from a golden pot and some dates to eat. I was shaking from the shock of course and shivering from the mental flight.
‘What’s your problem mate ?’
‘I think it’s a case of the camel and the needle’ big bloody camel just came onto the car. Lucky I rolled it actually. The car that is. Otherwise it would’ve come straight through the windscreen. Just like a kangaroo. Of course you can’t really build a fence to keep the Kangaroos off the road. But I see you have a pretty decent fence here. So what’s with the camel?’
‘Inshallah someone will keep the gate closed next time.’
‘Well like I said, the car is a wreck out there in the heat and dust., had some water sat least and it didn’t get chucked out., but I hit that palm tree pretty hard. It all happened so fast. The brakes, the camel, the rolling flight through the air, thinking… This is going to be bad… And then hittin the palm half way up and bouncing off that with dust and burning all around.’
‘You kill the camel ?’
‘Must’ve grazed it at least’
‘Maybe it hopped back over that camel proof fence you got out there.’
‘You got a bit of a graze there though mate. How’s the head ?’
‘Think I hit it on the roll.’
‘Hope the camel’s ok though. It’s got a much longer neck- and a heavier head really.’
‘Sure – / – you sure it was a camel ? I mean – there is a fence – no gate / camels can’t jump – and they usually don’t survive entanglement with a prado — you get my meaning?.’
‘You must be dreaming’