He traveled across Spain any way he could. By truck, by car, by horse and by foot. At midnight he hid in the luggage compartment of a small twin engine plane that was headed to the Canary Islands. By daybreak he spilled out onto the tarmac and raced off into the crowd to avoid being found. There were only a few pennies in his pockets and he used them to buy bread.
He knew he had to eat to keep us his strength. By nightfall he made a deal to work on a fishing boat that promised to take him to the shores of Africa and the Sahara Desert in just five short days. On the boat each day seemed like a full year. It was only the work that kept him from losing his mind as each day he drifted closer to the shore where he could get to his love. On the fifth day he arrived in Africa. With no Jeep or camel, he set out on foot to reach his love. Not the hot desert sun nor the dry, blistering desert swells could stop him from reaching his woman in the oasis deep in the Sahara.