The Camel Dung Paradox

Artist recreation of Barbados last Sunday.

I woke up last Sunday to discover the island was under a cloud of Sahara dust. Or as my friend Robert puts it, “camel shit all in yuh nooks and crannies”.

The sun was obscured and everything was covered in dust. I was sneezing constantly and my eyes were itchy and teary. It was awful.

Two days later it was all gone. The sun was back in all its brilliance and my sinuses were happy again. My nooks and crannies were camel-shit-free.

But the heat! By midday it was so hot that I became nostalgic about the Sahara dust.

Yup. I’m saying I missed the damn camel shit!

Somehow I had forgotten all the discomfort and remembered only the blissful lack of fire raining from above.

Apparently that’s the same fascinating human trait that explains exercise, repeat childbirth and the Barbados election cycle.