When one camel took off, all others followed. The camel riders turned back every few seconds, as if to smirk, to make sure that other competitors were eating the sand that their camels kicked up. Each man with a whip in hand, legs flailing sideways, airborne above his camel’s hump. Sure it was a false start, but, those who were already ahead didn’t care. Adrenaline took over. It was their time for glory.
Just as I started to get comfortable in Turkey I woke up one day and realised - I am so limited by having the little Fiat Panda as my vehicle here. Then I thought about my Russian UAZ car, which is still being prepared. Actually, I'm waiting for it to be prepared and it likely won't happen until November.