The ideal camel jockey is the size and weight of a starving 4-year-old boy. Ancient tradition collides with new technology, atop a beast racing at 25 miles per hour in 112-degree heat.
From Wired 2005
A snippet from the article.
All the children are gone, but there are some young men hanging about, former child jockeys now old enough to stay on as stable hands. Abdullah is one: Thin, windburned, and slightly forlorn, he came from the Sudan in 1994 at the age of six. "When I was small I rode the camels," he recalls. "But now, no. Any job, I can do it. I want to stay here, but when the robot came in there was no job for me." We were surrounded by wealthy owners and trainers, and he seemed anxious to put a good face on things. "It is OK for us," he said suddenly. "No problem. The robots, they are very good."
As good as him?
He laughed a little uncomfortably. "If they could understand Arabic they would be as good as me," he says.
Robots: stealing jobs from kids and bad at Arabic.
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