My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.
The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.
One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.
A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.
Through bitter experience I have learned that it is best to promise little and then to reward hard work with generosity.
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.