Day 2
We were awakened to the drone of the chopper and the injured lady was hoisted on board in a makeshift stretcher and flown to Ulaan Bataar hospital.  (Mongolia is not the best place in the world to be hospitalised)
After reassessing the situation it was decided that it would be safer to have one handler to three camels, half the group would ride in the morning the rest in the afternoon. 

Carol and I thought that it would be a better idea to ride in the morning when the animals were less tetchy, or that was the theory.
The group rode off into the sand dunes of the Gobi.  Carol's camel, one of the biggest soon began to act it's self and she admits to be frightened but stays with it.

The group in front of me suddenly breaks up and one of the camels takes off into the desert then stops, the young female rider stranded between the humps, her only means of control, a rope tied to a wooden peg through the nose of the camel dangling in the sand.  This un-nerves the camels in our group and while the handler is trying to control them the wooden peg pops out of the nose of my camel, for some reason it decides against doing a runner much to my relief as I remembered the bleached skeletons of camels, cows and horses every few hundred metres, only identifiable by their hooves.  Our guide came to the rescue lassoed my camel, threaded a rope through the animal's nostrils and gave me control again, off we go.

An hour or so later almost at the end of this leg of the journey the camel to my left, for no apparent reason reared up and threw its rider into the air, she lands badly, hard on her back. The noise of her head striking the ground is something I remember vividly. As the handler tried to gain control we were concentrating on staying on the agitated animals. 

        Eventually we were able to dismount by which time help had arrived and some first aid was given.  The lady is conscious but can't move we fear she has damaged her neck. The doctor arrived with yet another makeshift stretcher and she was carefully taken to the ger village where the doctor decided she needed hospital treatment.  Once again the helicopter is requested, it was beginning to look like an episode of M*A*S*H.       
We had almost made up our own minds that to continue riding was far too dangerous, even life threatening. If no decision to stop were made we would decline.
The tour manager has been in contact with her superiors and they said that Mongolian livestock was not to be used.  The doctor underlines the fact that we now have a 10 % injury rate in two days and recommends no more camel riding, none of the group disagreed.