Most journeys have a clear beginning, but on some the ending is less well-defined. The question is, at what point do you bite your lip and head for home?

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.

One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.

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

If hot food is they key to maintaining an expedition's stamina, then low grade gut-rot alcohol is the key to sustaining its sense of pleasure.

With an enthusiastic team you can achieve almost anything.

As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.