Lured by the wilderness, and by the chance of spotting rare desert elephants, a few intrepid tourists make their way to the Skeleton Coast each year. It's just about as remote as any tourist destination on earth, but one that pays fabulous dividends.

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

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 forest did not tolerate frailty of body or mind. Show your weakness, and it would consume you without hesitation.

Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable they become. Until one day without realizing it you reach a glorious plateau. Wearing those shoes is like wearing no shoes at all. The more scuffed they get, the more you love them and the more you can't imagine life without them.

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

During the days I felt myself slipping into a kind of madness. Solitary confinement has an astonishing effect on the mind. The trip was to stay calm and keep myself occupied. I spent hours working out how to break free. But trying to escape would have been instant suicide.