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

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

In some peculiar way, indeed, the rules were now beginning to seem quite logical. It was then I knew that I had been in India long enough.

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 backstreet cafe in Casablanca was for me a place of mystery, a place with a soul, a place with danger. There was a sense that the safety nets had been cut away, that each citizen walked upon the high wire of this, the real world. I longed not merely to travel through it, but to live in such a city.

In Morocco, before you even get to the matter of the sale, you have to coax the owner to sell.

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