Sherlock had expected the ride to be indeterminably boring, full of sand and nothing else. But the land surprised him, it was hilly, with mountains in the distance, rocky patches, and even small bits of vegetation and.. surprisingly, small scrubby bushes and trees. As loud as the Jeep was, they hadn't really talked any, but he had seen enough to keep him entertained on the 6 hour drive out.

Still, he was glad to reach the camp, and it was nice to see people bustling about, both locals and Englishmen with their pasty white skin covered up as best as possible.

Sherlock jumped out behind John, stretching his long limbs, trying to work the ache out of them. he followed behind John, silently observing the bustling around them.