I'm on a mother f#$%ing camel

The second part of our stay in Kenya was a Samburu lead walking safari. On foot you get to take in more plants, landscapes, and scat than while driving, but it also means fewer close encounters with big game. That said, we had plenty of opportumities to get up close and personal with a whole bunch of camels.

On our morning hike from one camp to the other we actually had a camel to ride in case we got tired. While I quite enjoyed the exercize I couln't say no to the novelty of a camel ride. Erik also indulged. If only T-Pain were there to sing about the journey.

On one of our evening walks we came across a small group of nomadic dairy men with their herd of 80 camels (including 20 babies, one of which was five days old). We arrived just as the mothers were coming in to be milked. The camel herders showed us how they are milked and even offered fo us the try the milk. It took all the will of the smart traveler in me to resist (raw milk with flies landing in it from an uncleaned udder with no running water for kilometers just seems like a travelers recipe for disaster). I now have it in my head that I should try camel milk some time (or even better, camel milk cheese). Is anyone out there aware of a camel dairy in California?