Camels somewhere snorted and gnarred, and the music and odour of human beings came across the night towards him…
-Balthazar, Lawrence Durrell
I remember once or twice at night walking away from the campfire and the couched camels to stand far out in the blackness and look back towards the light of the burning juniper logs looking like a small reading lamp lit in an immense darkened room. You could hear the chatter and high pitched laughter of the men, Adam and Ibrahim mostly, both cooks. But the camels were chewing their cud and farting, not snorting and gnarring.