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During our time on Arrecife and along the way to the Timanfaya National Park of Lanzarote and its abundant lava fields, we made a brief stop to take a camel ride.

Each day the camels make their 90 walk to the “tour” zone. There they wait, occasionally snorting. Camel trains of 6-8 animals are lead to be “boarded,” and then “encouraged to kneel down,” much like a 4-year old being persuaded to eat their green beans. After what must be years of service, they (the camels) still haven’t figured out when the one in front kneels, they could kneel as well. But so it goes.

These camels are the single hump variety, known as Dromedary Camels. They are outfitted with a support system that sport two wooden seats, one on each side. A foot stool much like a swing hangs from the chair.



Another day at the office.


Our camle (on left) kept nudging up into this couple’s camel’s butt.










Patrons are encouraged to sit down simultaneously, which is a good idea, for when the first butt hits the chair, the camel starts to get up. My wife and I weren’t quite in sync and she nearly got toppled. After the camel reaches standing status, the “walker” comes by evens the camel’s load with a bag of lava sand, should it be needed.

The actual tour is pretty mundane as the trains are led on a 25 minute trail which travels near the base of a small cinder cone hill. And even though “camel ride” wasn’t on my original bucket list, I’ve added it and checked it off!


The lap of desert caravan luxury.


A Camel whispering sweet nothings into my wife’s ear.




Not sure why the guy in green is making finger antlers.


Homeward bound.