They come for the chaos as much as the race.
On a strip of red dirt carved out of scrub, long‑lashed camels snort at the barriers before they lurch into a lopsided gallop that somehow passes 45 kilometres an hour.
They come for the chaos as much as the race.
On a strip of red dirt carved out of scrub, long‑lashed camels snort at the barriers before they lurch into a lopsided gallop that somehow passes 45 kilometres an hour.