Context: Written whilst leaving Cairo for a wedding in Milan and heading back home after approx 10 months cycling to southern Egypt
Date: 22nd of February 1987

As time has passed and the seasons have changed
The cold has long gone through the breeze remains
To tell the story of our travel so far
Is a toil too heavy, the distance is too far
Our minds, they hunger, our thirst not quenched
Our vision is not over, still not quite drenched.

To tell the story about our travels so far
At times so clear but sometimes so dark
The lands we have crossed on the seas we have sailed
The horizon is a beauty both bright and pale
Those mountains and valleys and roads that roll
Have not all been pleasure, the hay not always so gold.

As the waves break and caress the sand
My mind is deep and it’s waves transcend
They have a burden, a distant twinkle of a star,
Keeps asking me to tell of our travels so far
A tale of hunger from knowledge and times of joy
Of people and places, thoughts we will never destroy.

The rains have come, the snow we have skied
At times have been varied on you pleasures we feed
The sun has the dins but now does burn
And with new health and vitality return
The story is onwards tomorrow a new start
And that is the essence of our travels so far!