We were riding out into the Sahara Desert as the sun was about to set. I clung on for dear life as the vigorous sway of the camel had left me leaning heavily to one side. Moody Mohammad seemed to be in a hurry, to much so to show any type of sympathy to this idiotic girl who couldn’t stay on the camel for just 45 minutes. But who could have blamed him, it’s Ramadan and it’s time to break his fast. With each step he was closer to having a sip of water and some food which he had gone without since sunrise in the 40 degree heat.