When it got dark, we loaded the dogs back up and headed the way we had came. Pretty soon, we found the road partially blocked by a horse trailer and some sumptuous looking palanquins. We managed to maneuver around and kept going. Then we found that someone had closed a metal gate with a padlock across the road. We were stuck.
We hiked back to the trailer and the palanquins and found a path leading up a steep hill. At the top of the hill, we found an angry and unchristian Baptist who snarled and told us that the road was private (it wasn't) and interrogated us about what we were doing (he wasn't convinced by our 'hiking with dogs' excuse - obviously we were out to rob him of his camels).
Finally, he said he would send someone down to unlock the gate for us. We hiked back to the car, and then discovered that the padlock was not actually locked. So we let ourselves out.
I hope that man gets camel poop on his shoes.
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One of the more disturbing facets of this story is that the church had put a gate and lock across a public road, and visciously interrogated anyone who happened to use that road for purposes not directly related to the church's activities (in this case, storing camels for a Christmas play). I'm sure there is a rich moral to this story somewhere.
On a more practical level, I'm glad that we were driving slowly enough to stop before hitting the locked gate across the public road in the dark.
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