The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan... — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
That is the charm of a map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. It has the magic of… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan... — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who were writing… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles.… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“In real life, the big things and the little things are inextricably mixed up together, so in Libya at one moment, one worried because… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“We rode through a three-thousand-year-old country, saw the ruined capital of the Queen of Sheba and the underground red-rock city of Lalibela, fraternized with… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
