I had no idea there were camels out there until the day we came across a bloated, dead one on the side of the road. Must have been hit by a truck. Later we saw one racing the ambulance, way off on the horizon. Remarkable to think that the Afghans brought camels and used them to cross the Nullarbor so long ago. There was an old lady at the next station who was an artist. She had an entire gallery of her work hung on the homestead walls - all pictures of Afghans and camel trains. Nearby there was a watering hole called 'Afghan Rock'. We took a bottle of champagne there one time and it was a spooky place. You could almost hear the spirits of those hardy men, the grunts of the camels, their soft sandbag feet...
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