I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.

It is almost impossible to overemphasize the importance with which ancestry is held in the Middle East and North Africa.

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

Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.

The Occident has never found it easy to grasp the strange netherworld of spirits that followers of Islam universally believe exist in a realm overlaid our own.

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

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