It is high time that I learn to be more careful about hope, a reckless emotion for travelers. The sensible approach would be to the expect the worst, the very worst, that way you avoid grievous disappointment and who knows with a tiny bit of luck, you might even have a moderately pleasant surprise, like the difference between hell and purgatory.
There is of course a deep spiritual need which the pilgrimage seems to satisfy, particularly for those hardy enough to tackle the journey on foot.
I know I am planning to visit a land that is not entirely foreign, only foreign to me. As an adventurer, I am on a journey that I believe will last me my whole life. A new relationship, discovery, or awareness excites me.
Let those who wish have their respectability- I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous, and the romantic.
Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
If asked which words one associated with the Sahara, only the most dedicated surrealist might be expected to offer whale.
Policemen are often confronted with situations which baffle them at first. A certain crime scene may seem meaningless, but they have to derive some meaning out of it. They have to connect the dots, find the links, delve into its history, look for evidence, come up with a zillion theories and arrive at truth. The thing is, truth is always stranger than fiction.
Hunters will tell you that a moose is a wily and ferocious forest creature. Nonsense. A moose is a cow drawn by a three-year-old.
I reside in an abode where your thoughts imagine me... You reside in my heart where the auricles camouflage my longing...
By seeing how small the world is, I realize how capable I am. I can conquer anything. Anywhere. Anyone.
In the moment of decision, may you hear the voice of the Creator saying, ‘This is right road, travel on it.