My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.

Buy a house in a foreign country and, it seems, that anything which can go wrong usually does.

Where does one go in a tremendous city like Calcutta to find insider information? I recalled India's golden rule: do the opposite of what would be normal anywhere else.

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.

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?

It is almost impossible to overemphasize the importance with which ancestry is held in the Middle East and North Africa.

On a harsh expedition, there's no space for anyone who does not intend to finish.