When I crossed Asia with my friend Peter Fleming, we spoke to no one but each other during many months, and we covered exactly the same ground. Nevertheless my journey differed completely from his.
Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.
The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.
You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.
Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.
The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.