Coelum non animam mutant qui trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

I blinked into the silvery sunlight, I shaded my eyes and here it was, Australia. A canvas painted without horizon, red soil streaked with muted, dusky silvery green. Soaring trees with giant dancers limbs and a never ending sky lascivious, jubilant blue. 

©Ts From my diary 1974 Under a Hotter Sun;

Coelum non animam mutant qui  trans mare currunt. Imperium dictum by Horace.

Those who cross the sea change the sky above them, but not their souls.