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.
One senses that, in these conditions, no amount of wet-wiping could bring true hygiene.
Osman and Prideep had been in my employment for some weeks. Every Friday I would take the to lunch. It was the high point of their calender. During the meal I would harangue them as a reminder of what...
Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.
What came next was a new experience for for both the fish and me
The quest for a lost city erodes your body, damaging you beyond all reason. But it is your mind that bears the heaviest toll. Listen to the doubters, the worriers and the weak, and the vaguest hope of...
The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.
Believe, and what was impossible becomes possible what at first was hidden becomes visible.
There are two ways to find a lost city. The first is to rely on luck alone, the second is to control all the information.
For my father there was no sharper way to understand a country than by listening to its stories.
Foras Road has a sordid reputation (…) Old crones sat in doorways, while their daughters were pushed out to earn money. It is intriguing that a society which is very covert with sexuality should be so...
I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.
I struggled to think pure thoughts, as Hector sucked out my psyche with his eyes.
I take reeds from the river that have been nurtured by fresh water and grown in good soil, and I turn them into baskets, a product that has so many uses. I know how to make baskets from something so s...
In India an explanation is often more confusing than what prompted it.
In Morocco, before you even get to the matter of the sale, you have to coax the owner to sell.
It is almost impossible to overemphasize the importance with which ancestry is held in the Middle East and North Africa.
My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.
Nothing was really so important to my father as the achievement of selflessness. He rarely mentioned it directly, but tried to guide us to it in a roundabout way.
Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you've been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells like cat p...
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