Accommodation

Then I realized that to be more alive, I had to be less afraid. So I did it. I lost my fear and gained my whole life.

The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.