Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.
Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable t...
Stories are a communal currency of humanity.
Stories are not like the real world; they aren't held back by what we know is false or true. What's important is how a story makes you feel inside.
That Morocco is not just another Arab country. It’s a crossroads – between Africa and Europe, and between Arabia and what lies west, beyond the Atlantic. But...’ Ghita said, her voice touched with an...
The ancient paused for a moment, as if his strength were failing. Yet I sensed that there was more to tell. Looking deep into my eyes, he whispered: 'The Gond kingdoms have fallen, their people live d...
The backstreet cafe in Casablanca was for me a place of mystery, a place with a soul, a place with danger. There was a sense that the safety nets had been cut away, that each citizen walked upon the h...
The idea of my heart dancing with delight was far too good to pass up.
The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.
The only thing they valued higher than ammunition were Man United footballs.
The porters could always be coaxed to continue a little further through driving rain by the mere suggestion of a Pot Noodle at the end.
The pursuit of illusion is not about studying for prizes, or for study's sake. There's no right or wrong, no pass or fail.
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...
There is nothing quite as unpleasant as wearing a pair of briefs which have been trailed through a Calcutta courtyard. Nothing, that is, except having one's elbows and knees lacerated by unseen sliver...
There's nothing like a pack of mules to give one a sense of entourage.
To be selfless, you would give charity anonymously, walj softly on the earth, and look out for others-even total strangers-before you look out for yourself. For the Arab mind, the self is an obstacle,...
Two reeds drink from the same stream. One is hollow, the other is sugarcane. —MOROCCAN PROVERB
Usually, there is nothing more pleasing that returning to a place where you have endured hardship.
Visit Cape Town and history is never far from your grasp. It lingers in the air, a scent on the breezy, an explanation of circumstance that shaped the Rainbow People. Stroll around the old downtown an...
We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.
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