I love everything about motels. I can't help myself. I still get excited every time I slip a key into a motel room door and fling it open.

I wanted to quit and to do this forever, sleep in a bed and in a tent, see what was over the next hill and never see a hill again. All of this all at once, every moment, on the trail or off.

The English invented cricket to make other human endeavors look interesting.

There is something about the momentum of travel that makes you want to just keep moving, to never stop.

By the time I had finished my coffee and returned to the streets, the rain had temporarily abated, but the streets were full of vast puddles where the drains where unable to cope with the volume of water. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you would think that if one nation ought by now to have mastered the science of drainage, Britain would be it.

The food is excellent. The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

I understand cricket - what's going on, the scoring - but I can't understand why.