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?

The forest did not tolerate frailty of body or mind. Show your weakness, and it would consume you without hesitation.

Respect was one thing. Survival was another. It was important that I kept my priorities in the right order.

I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.

The very fact that a Frenchman was prepared, after two minutes of conversation, to be so friendly towards anyone, especially one who had come from England, made me restless.

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

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