How much is a camel worth?

Camel prices are a matter of location, age and breeding, and the cost can fluctuate significantly. For instance, a camel can fetch a hefty sum of $50,000 to $55,000 in Saudi Arabia and Morocco—and that’s because of the pedigree the camels have. Many camels sold here are thoroughbreds. In the United States, where the industry is relatively small, camels can cost $25,000. The cheapest countries to buy camels are in Pakistan ($250), Egypt ($315), India ($387), and Somalia ($820).

What’s the difference between a dromedary and a Bactrian camel?

Bactrian camels are differentiated from dromedaries by the number of humps on their back—the Bactrian species has two large humps, while the dromedary only has one. Furthermore, the dromedary is the dominant type of camel in the Middle East and Africa, while the Bactrian is native to the steppes of Central Asia and Mongolia. These humps store fat as an emergency storage of nutrients, not water. While the Bactrian camel is quite desirable, their numbers internationally are very low. In fact, the Bactrian species is critically endangered!

Lifestyle

How Many Camels Are You Worth?

One day, a bearded old man dressed in fine Arabic garments approaches you and introduces himself as the emissary to an elusive and ridiculously wealthy sheikh. He tells you that he was sent to judge how valuable you are in terms of camels.

At first, his words seem outrageous—even downright insulting, but then you consider: how many camels is a human being worth? Is the price always the same?

The emissary sees you’re apprehensive, but he assures you that the sheikh is a very picky man, and that he is simply surveying people to see if it’s the time to buy low or sell high. To determine your worth, the emissary only asks you to walk around with him and answer a few unassuming questions.

Human rights violations aside, how many camels are you worth? Is taking this quiz really worth sacrificing your self-respect as a person? Let’s suspend all notions of logic and rationality for the time being and see if you’re actually in hot demand.

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Even before he sees you, he is struck by your natural scent—resembling:

Axe body spray

Spiced agarwood

Jasmine and spice

Sweet-smelling soap

Fresh vanilla

Sandalwood

The Emissary greets you, and asks “do you identify as a man or woman?” You reply…

“I’m a man, but I get confused for a woman often.”

“I’m a man, habibi.”

“Are you blind? I’m a woman.”

“Does it really matter?”

“I’m a woman, Mr. Emissary.”

“Oh, I’m non-binary, good sir.”

He brings out a measuring tape to check your height. You’re…

5’4” to 5.6” (1.61-1.67 m)

6’ or taller (1.82 m)

5’ to 5’3” (1.51-1.6 m)

5’7” to 5’9” (1.69-1.75 m)

4’11” (1.5 m) or shorter

“That is very good.” He says. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“Yes. Don’t you see this?” You showcase your largest tattoo—the one you’re so proud about

“Yep. A few.”

“None at all.”

“Only one.”

“Have you any experience in duelling or martial artistry?” The Emissary asks, pantomiming a bladestroke.

“I’m a seasoned fighter in a licensed martial art.”

“Aye, I’ve beat people up. What about it?”

“I’ve been in a fight before. And LIVED!”

“No. I’m a staunch pacifist.”

“Nope, but I’m willing to learn.”

“Between you and me? I’ve got a bunch of arrest warrants…”

Next, he asks about your singing, which can be described as:

Angelic, and that’s not even a flex

Regrettable. Please do not make me sing

Professional-level. My voice has entertained crowds

Proficient. With practice, I can sing great on stage

Decent. It can put a baby to sleep?

The Emissary nods sagely, and then asks, “how about your dancing, then?”

Captivating. Dancing is part of my experience at events

It’s passable. I won’t embarrass myself on the dance floor

Graceful and acrobatic—wanna see a belly dance?

Skilled. Give me any routine and I’ll master it!

Worrying. Please don’t make me dance, either

“Forgive me.” He bows, “but what’s your actual hair color?”

Redhead

Blonde

Black

Brunette

The Emissary falls into momentary silence. His gaze seems to wither at your eyes—the color of…

Brilliant amber

Bright slate grey

Tranquil green

Deathly white

Roasted coffee beans

Sky-blue

Compared to the Emissary’s light tan, your skin is…

Fair

Tan

Dark

Pale

Tropical

“Have you ever ridden a horse or camel before?”

“No. And riding one wouldn’t be my cup of tea.”

“Yes, albeit only once. It was on a good day.”

“Yes, but never again!”

“Oh, a few times. I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Nope, but I’m willing to!”

“I’m a professional horseback… er, camelback rider!”

“And, in general, how fit do you see yourself as?”

“I have an active lifestyle and eat right.”

“I’m fit, and my mindset is to get even fitter!”

*Pinches belly fat.*

“I’m not that fat, but I do lose my breath often.”

“So-so. I don’t pig out, at least!”

“My endurance and stamina are unparalleled!”

He nods, then glances at your hair, which is…

In shoulder-length curls or waves

Shoulder-length and strait

Curly and short

… Hair? What hair?

Curly, in an Afro

Cropped and short

Long, straight and luxurious

You both see a shawarma truck passes nearby. “Are you a decent cook?” The Emissary asks.

“I’m a professional cook! Give me a kitchen, and I’ll give ya gourmet!”

“I can make ramen! And microwaved mac n’ cheese!”

“I’m an okay chef. My cooking is what my household eats.”

“People who know me usually ask me to cook for events.”

“Oh, HAHAHA! No. My food is legally considered as poison.”

“Alright. You’re ready to meet the Sheikh.” The Emissary flags down a limo. Which seat do you take?

I command the Emissary to bring me a palanquin

I dump myself into the trunk

I demand a helicopter ride instead