It is always a lot of fun in the desert but, dozing in the sun, watching Johara dancing, something woke me up and, rather than enjoying the vision of Johara’s dance, I find myself looking at a camel. This is annoying. Rubbing my eyes and looking around at the landscape, which isn’t full of attractions, it occurs to me that a night out in
Rio would be nice. However, single malt always improves things, and a dram or two of Juan’s Special Reserve quickly makes everything more interesting.
Professor Humperdink’s Diary