A man who embarks on a journey must know when to end it.

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

The first rule of an expedition is that everyone should stick together.

The taste for glory can make ordinary men behave in extraordinary ways.

Most journeys have a clear beginning, but on some the ending is less well-defined. The question is, at what point do you bite your lip and head for home?

The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.

Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.