South Dakota... is like the world's first drive-through sensory deprivation chamber.

I have long known that it is part of God's plan for me to spend a little time with each of the most stupid people on earth.

America is a very seductive place in terms of lifestyle and comfort, but it wasn't for me.

I sat on a toilet watching the water run thinking what an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile effort to recapture the comforts you wouldn’t have lost if you hadn’t left home in the first place.

To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.

If you drive to, say, Shenandoah National Park, or the Great Smoky Mountains, you'll get some appreciation for the scale and beauty of the outdoors. When you walk into it, then you see it in a completely different way. You discover it in a much slower, more majestic sort of way.

I love the feeling of being anonymous in a city I've never been before.