The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.

the camels had strayed far in search of scarce grass. When collected, they displayed a fiendish ingenuity in throwing their loads and tangling themselves up in every possible strap.

The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing.

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself!