When you have acquired a taste for the dust, and the scent of our first rain, you're hooked for life on Africa, and you'll not be right again until you can watch the setting moon and hear the jackals' bark, and know they are around you waiting in the dark.

When you long to see the elephants or hear the coucal's song,

when the moonrise sets your blood on fire, then you've been away too long.

It is time to cut the traces loose, and let your heart go free, beyond that far horizon where your spirit yearns to be.

Since you have touched the open sky and learned to love the rustling grass and the wild fish eagle's cry you'll always hunger for the bush, for the lion's rasping roar, to camp at last beneath the stars and to be at peace once more.