We were to pass thro' a Desart, where there was neither Brook nor Fountain. The Heat is so excessive, and the Sands of those Desarts so burning, that there is no marching bare-foot, without having one's Feet extremely Swell'd.
-A Voyage to Aethiopia in the Years 1698, 1699, and 1700, Charles Jacques Poncet
Pity Marlene Dietrich’s camp-following Amy Jolly, close behind in the Moroccan sand tracks of her Legionnaire lover Gary Cooper, as she unstraps her high heels and grabs a donkey’s neck rope for better balance crossing the dunes. Her dainty feet will surely swell. O Madam, Mount the ass. Irkabi al-Himār Yā Sitti.