When Trevor stood on top of his camel he could make out a green patch in the distance, with palm trees, a pool, high diving board and bouncy naked bathers. He quickly dropped down in his saddle put his feet in the stirrups, and turned 180 degrees. He was no fool.
That night, under a cold blue mess of twinkles, Trevor dug a deep pit in the sand. He madly tried to bury himself next to his camel to keep warm, it didn't work. It was a stupid idea.