When I went to Hong Kong, I knew at once I wanted to write a story set there.
Gain a modest reputation for being unreliable and you will never be asked to do a thing.
Most travel, and certainly the rewarding kind, involves depending on the kindness of strangers, putting yourself into the hands of people you don't know and trusting them with your life.
Everyone had an opinion and no one had a solution.
They say that if the Swiss had designed these mountains they'd be rather flatter.
The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown.