Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.

Move to a new country and you quickly see that visiting a place as a tourist, and actually moving there for good, are two very different things.

The desert was bad, but nothing could compare with the horrors of a tropical rain forest.

Usually, there is nothing more pleasing that returning to a place where you have endured hardship.

For me, a journey to Damascus is an amazing hunt from beginning to end, a slice through layers of history in search of treasure.

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

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