To some, having children may seem as conducive to travelling as having your feet set in concrete.
I was wrenched awake at the tail-end of a stifled scream. I fought my way up from a deep dark dream. The scream had been mine.
We’d incorporated Asia into our bones – its colours and laughter, its smells, its rhythms, its tolerance and patience, its compassion, its lack of ageism.
A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.
On life’s journey, every person met, every place, every new word, language, scent & sound changes the traveller a little: forms who they are and whom they become
The mountains were so wild and so stark and so very beautiful that I wanted to cry. I breathed in another wonderful moment to keep safe in my heart.
Living on the edge – that’s what I feel like when I don’t know what my bowels are going to do next.
Travel is a joy, full of surprises. Perhaps some of the most enjoyable times are those where one comes close to disaster: the risks add spice, and make for great stories when you are safely back home again.
Living in the edge – that’s what I feel like when I don’t know what my bowels are going to do next.
Travel experiences are emotionally loaded. Often there is excitement and stimulation. The tingle-factor though comes partly from the fact that we’re stressed, just a little.
getting angry and harbouring bitterness doesn’t help anybody, least of all the angry bitter person.
no-one would want to go through a traumatic experience but when you’ve survived something life-shattering and risen above it, you achieve a kind of serenity.
a Nepali outlook, pace and philosophy had prevented us being swamped by our problems. In Nepal it was easier to take life day by day.
GPs are almost the only doctors these days who understand all problems, can see the whole person…spend time with the dying…see things through to the end.
Major Chhetri’s pronouncement when we’d first arrived in Nepal came echoing back: “Things that start in the rain end well.
… how could Britain operate in India for 300 years and take so little back from it in terms of understanding?
In Nepal, the quality of conversation is much more important than accuracy of the content. Maybe we get overexcited about information in England?
when the press and problems of humanity become too much, I love to escape into books, where people are served up in digestible portions and can be pushed to one side when one is satiated.