When you’ve acquired a taste for dust,

The scent of our first rain,

You’re hooked for life on Africa

And you’ll not be right again

Till you can watch the setting moon

And hear the jackals bark

And know that they’re around you,

Waiting in the dark.


When you long to see the elephants,

Or to hear the coucal’s song,

When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,

You’ve been away too long.

It’s time to cut the traces loose

And let you’re heart go free

Beyond that far horizon,

Where your spirit yearns to be


Africa, by Emily Dibb


Björn - February 16, 2012 - 1:42 pm

Häftig resa!
Har ni bestämt hur ni ska ta er genom Syrien?

Anna - February 16, 2012 - 10:48 pm

Genom att köra riktigt fort.
Nejdå, skämt åsido, vi har ännu inte bestämt hur vi ska göra och kollar som bäst på alternativ. Men vi följer utvecklingen i landet och hoppas kunna köra den rutten.

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