Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.

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.

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

There's nothing like a pack of mules to give one a sense of entourage.

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.

Respect was one thing. Survival was another. It was important that I kept my priorities in the right order.

On a hard jungle journey nothing is so important as having a team you can trust.