Explorers like to pretend that they are a select breed of people with iron nerve and an ability to endure terrible hardship.
Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.
One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.
A man who embarks on a journey must know when to end it.
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.
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.