The fullness from the feast of the sacrificial goat meant I slept last night, however I was slightly on edge at some points, feeling rather vulnerable in my sleeping spot. On previous nights I had felt a little more enclosed with the camp, sleeping fairly close to the tents, and having varied terrain around us made me feel quite secluded. Tonight, however, there was a vast expanse of flat ground we had just walked through. The horizon was miles away and I felt very small in a big desert. On top of this, yesterday I had found a scorpion hole near the camp and decided to rummage around to see if I could find anything in there. I was told they waited until night to come out, when temperatures dropped. I wasn’t actually aware at the time that this is where we were about to make camp, so thought nothing of aggravating these guys. But as I closed my eyes I couldn’t help but slightly regret my decision to wind up the local critters. It didn’t bother me for long though, I was out like a light. In the early hours I was woken up sharply by a loud moaning sound very close to me. In my deliriously sleepy state I concluded this loud noise was a big animal. Probably a camel. Standing over my head. I flailed around a bit, but it was pitch black so I couldn’t see what was making this noise. I turned my torch on and realised nothing was there. We just had some loud snorers in the camp who were clearly also benefitting from the heaviness of the feast last night. This made me chuckle, and I was sure to tell Craig in the morning that I thought he was a camel!