compass, a map, a torch, a bottle of water, and energy bars. I read the instruction carefully. First,
I had to find the main oasis in the northeast. Then I could follow the blue trail that led me to the
riverbank stream. I started to walk, following the compass. After about 30 minutes, just before I
gave up, I spotted a camel station.The camels were grazing their last bunch of grass and hay given
by a man. “You must be one of the Martin’s campers. Take this camel. It will bring you back to the
camp. Just keep south, and hang on tight. Camels can be very fast!” said the man. I was so happy
and speechless. At the same time, I was nervous and afraid of the camel. The man put a brightly
colored saddle and the bridle on a camel. Then he knelt down by the side of the camel, so that I
could climb up. Oh, it was higher than sitting on the horse. I could have a good view of the sand
dunes. This is my first camel ride ever. I was between excited and scared, but it was very exciting.
Soon, we arrived at the oasis, and I spotted Natasha, climbing up to the jeep. I shouted out
her name so loudly, but she did not seem to hear me. I patted the camel to make it run faster but
instead, it ran to the other direction. I pulled the bridle and swung the rope back to the direction
of the jeep. The camel just stopped and refused to go any further. I couldn’t get off the camel, as
it was so tall. What should I do? Oh, a torch. I switched it on and off. The jeep soon came to my
direction. Cheerfully, Natasha waved at me. Leader Martin was so impressed with my story.
That day, the Gobi desert taught me a good lesson- not to be ignorant and love the nature.
