To a path I used to take

Many years ago

The journey we must make

Is staggeringly slow

A torturous heat

As we were packed like fish

Consumption complete

The beast ate its dish

The suffering was not bitter:

But the salt of skin stained the air

Endure it if you're no quitter

And pass me water with care

We crawled from it's mouth

Pushed open it's teeth

Felt the sky, and headed south

The ground steady beneath

What a reward we were granted

Earned with blood and flesh

All to say we landed

In a land with winds so fresh

To a path you have taken

With me long ago

That bench so forsaken

Still supports us as if to show

Show that it was waiting

Six years on dying breath

My joy is devistating

Though this could mean its death

Live, live on with us

The memory, the delight

For you, we survived a bus!

And took photos into the night