A cold coming we had of it, just the worst time of year for a journey, and such a long journey... Then the camel men cursing and grumbling and running away, and wanting their liquor and women, and the night fires going out, and the lack of shelters, and the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly and the villages dirty and charging high prices: A hard time we had of it. At the end we preferred to travel all night, sleeping in snatches... The Journey of the ...

Traveling in the camel tracks of the tragic Major Alexander Laing a Saharan explorer. As we crested a rise in the highway we caught our last glimpse of the sun before it slid out of view and into the Atlantic Ocean. Through a pinky red haze, the wind floated sand across the tarmac to join the sand dune forming on the other side. Sand flew off the crest of the dune, and so it went on… "So Fergus where are you off to next?" enquired Vyas as we sipped a cold...