The uninterrupted and intense heat of the sun
The feel of the grimy sand everywhere
The endless sea of dry desert to be travelled
This is what I had left behind there.
Dorothea, my escape from it all
Thought I would settle down
Away from the grit and the grime
But after so many years I was still dissatisfied.
Once again longing for the feel of the sands
The bumpy camel rides across the miles
The golden sun warm against my skin
The music of the low hum of the voices in the caravan
As we travelled across to unknown places
Miles to be covered, destinations to be reached
Meeting new people discovering new places
An endless journey, this is where I belong, this is what I want.