Alexandria was brilliant, but neither Polly nor I expected to find any valuable
treasure archaeological finds there, at least not without diving into sea. I did suggest Polly and I use an overturned trash bin I found as a diving bell, but he flatly refused to enter the water under any circumstances. I cannot say I blame him—hades, I haven't bathed in two weeks, myself.
Thus, we mounted the camel and headed southerly. The beast was ornery, as Camelidae often are, and made it a point to spit and nip at us whenever he had the chance. He also seemed reluctant to eat the sandwich I offered it. Come to think of it, what sort of animal meat went into that?
No matter. The camel was returned safe and sound, and I got my trowel back. Although, I think the trowel lost some weight. Ali the Camel Merchant must not have been feeding it properly.