That is what War is, I thought: two ships pass each other, and nobody waves his hand.
...Bhutan all but bases its identity upon its loneliness, and its refusal to b assimilated into India, or Tibet, or Nepal. Vietnam, at present, is a pretty girl with her face pressed up against the wi...
Your past experiences will flavour your future ones, that is human nature.
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...
You have to taste a culture to understand it.
After all, one travels in order for things to happen and change; otherwise you might as well stay at home.
I want to board a train, and leave my books behind. I want to be so caught up in writing about the journey, that I forget that fiction & fact are not the same. The destination does not signify.
Traveling can never be taken for granted, no matter how meticulous the preparations.
Travel with the wit of an adult, and the wonder of a child.
You know that feeling when you first arrive in a new city? However tired you are, however shattered by the flight, you are impatient to get out and sample the streets, the life, the action.
We had found nothing, and had been lost several times already in one morning, so this was shaping up into a top travel experience.
His was one of those well-groomed reputations that get the most out of everything; any unusual holiday acquires the character of an exploration, and though the explorer takes care to do nothing really...
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
Every body has a unique path to travel.
There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I her...
Sometimes, you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle of wasteland at dawn, and realise that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you...
I went to Africa to work. Finding myself and falling in love were not items on the agenda. Those were the stuff of daydreams, borne of long, icy Canadian winters. At age 30, I felt I already knew my p...
Once, when I was about ten, we were approaching the ranch after veering north to look at some pasturage when we saw a small barefoot boy racing along the hot road with terror in his face. My father ju...
When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.