It is cricket season again, the Australian cricket team are in Dubai playing several “friendlies” with other nations to find the most formiile opponents or the upcoming ashes clash at the end of the season.
While not actually playing cricket,, the team will go to all the tourist destinations Dubai has to offer.

Last week they all decided to go on the Bedouine tour.
The bedouine tour is a treck into the desert in several 4x4’s to a tented location where the Arabs put on a traditional banquet and give new meaning to the word Hospitality.

Two chaps had smuggled a bottle of OP rum on the trip and had demolished the whole bottle half way through the bedouine experience.
As the tour was no where near over, the tour guide refused to drive these two chaps back to Dubai so they could go back to their hotel and get some more booze.
alcohol is forbidden in Dubai except in the tourist hotels and certain tourists’ bars.

So the two chaps decided to walk back to Dubai, after all it was only a 40 minute drive from their hotel room in Deerum to the Bedouine tent. They would be back in their hotel bar before the rest of the team returned.
They sneak off for their hour trip (tops they think) back to Dubai.
They scramble over the first sanddune with little effort, being easy going they stick to their resolve to beat the rest of the team back to the bar getting a few of many beers under their belt before the rush..
The first ten dunes proved to fairly easing going, but not having any water, thirst and the incessant heat was starting take its toll.

At the top of every dune they came to they would look out towards where Dubai should be. So far there was no sign, only desert and more sanddunes.

As the day wears on and the temperature rises,they have a raging thirst and the heat…….

They are totally committed now, they cannot turn back , besides Dubai has to be just over the next sanddune. They have to continue. The thought of cool beer gives them renewed vigour.

It is well known that the best plans of mice and men… So it was with our two chaps. On top of the last dune they could no longer walk upright, so they had to continue by crawling on all fours.
It won’t be for long as Dubai is just over the next dune

They crawl to the next dune, then the next numerous times, still no sign of Dubai.
One chap comes across a cricket ball.
Hooray they are just out of Dubai must ber to find a ball.

They pick themselves up and walk upright to the next dune, on top they see another sanddune. Off they set, but the heat and dehydration takes it’s toll once again so they continue crawling knowing they cannot be far out of Dubai to find a cricket ball.

Not long later the other chap calls out “Eureka. Another cricket ball”. They pick themselves up again mustering all of their energy to walk into Dubai and drink a nice cool keg of beer each.
On top of the next sanddune they find another one behind it.
Feeling somewhat dejected, they find that they cannot keep walking, so down on all fours they continue.

Just over the next rise they find it!
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. A dead Cricket