It wasn’t that there wasn’t anything to eat. There were dates, but they were kind of hard to get to. That left the figs. Figs – Dan hated figs. It wasn’t so much the flavour, though he did find it a bit odd, it was the grit between the teeth that got him. That and the laxative effect of his diet.
It was his own fault he guessed. He had been lost in the desert when he found that lamp. The genie seemed generous enough offering him three wishes. He had wasted his first two wishes on gold, and fame. He should have thought the third out better. How did he know that when he asked the genie to get him out of the desert heat that he would just pop him into an oasis?