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2/ For the first few miles of our trek we passed along the old Century old road that is the Caravan route between Cairo, Kantara, El Arish, Beersheba and Palestine. Thousands of Syrians, Arabs, Bedouins, Jews, Turks, etc etc have wandered along this same road for thousands of years. So we insolent Australian invaders are following along it pushing the indigenous arab back. Only one exciting incident marked our departure. A camel bolted. Ordinarily camels don't bolt. This was an exception. He rose while the loading was half completed & imsheed. There was a big table & bottles etc on his back & in the distance we could not tell whether the camel was upside down or not. We knew not which legs were in the air, the tables or the camels. It was a vivid picture, and the camel shed bottles of liquid refreshment all along the desert. A fatigue party was despatched to catch the camel and gather up the bottles. They caught the camel...... For several miles we traversed the desert with nothing to relieve the eye except stunted scrub & camel weed. Then we reached the real desert. Not a tree or scrub or grass or weed. Not a skerrick to contend with the sand, sand, sand.