By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

Every dream that anyone ever has is theirs alone and they never manage to share it. And they never manage to remember it either. Not truly or accurately. Not as it was. Our memories and our vocabularies aren't up to the job.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time.

By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

If I'd learnt one thing from travelling, it was that the way to get things done was to go ahead and do them. Don't talk about going to Borneo. Book a ticket, get a visa, pack a bag, and it just happens.