I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.

Camel trips, as I suspected all along, and as I was about to have confirmed, do not being or end: they mere change form.

The good Lord in his ultimate wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable: hope, jokes, and dogs, but the greatest of these was dogs.

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

That odd idea that one person can go to a foreign part and in this rather odd voice describe it to the folks back home doesn't make much sense in the post-colonial world.

Some of us just don't want to be famous ... anonymity cannot be bought for any price, once you have lost it.

Real travel would be to see the world, for even an instant, with another's eyes