An Arabian Journey

‘'I smelt frankincense in the church of the Holy Sepulchre and looked out across the glinting stillness of the Dead Sea. I walked in the footsteps of Jesus, Moses and Abraham.''

‘'Every inch of this city has a story to tell and I trod in the footsteps of time itself. The names of those warriors, demi-gods and saints, all of whom had prayed, fought and died here, came to mind in the very fabric of the stones I touched. Abraham, King David, Solomon, Alexander, Nero, Jesus, Muhammad, Richard the Lionheart, Einstein...''

‘'I listened to these singers as night fell. While it didn't exactly cure my seasickness, the chanting and their songs gave the night a magical atmosphere. Soon the stars came out and the entire sky was ablaze with them. ‘'I wish there were as many pearls in the ocean as stars in the sky,'' murmured the sailor. ‘'Then I would be a very rich man.''