"You can cover a lot of ground in a month’s time. The sheer density of minutes in a day is staggering. You can wake up in Kuala Lumpur and then rest your head 220 miles away in Singapore. You can begin a day travelling by taxi in Indonesia, with a driver who would take you to the moon for $3, and finish it waiting in the rain for yellow cab at JFK airport, where all the money you have left will hardly get you to Manhattan."
""This is the only Shanty Town in the world equipped with under-floor heating and wireless internet access!" its website boasts."
This makes me happy.
My mother told me that my cousin is trying to raise funds to be a youth minister in Wales. He asked my mother for some funding.
Me: Does the world really need more youth ministers?
Mom: Well, that’s what I thought. But I want to support him. So, I’m going to send him a check with a letter telling him I disagree with the evangelical movement but that I support him traveling abroad.
"When I wrote my first travel book 27 years ago, I thought my job was to register all the sights and sounds and smells. Now, all that is done much better by new media. So to justify a response in prose, I have to find things that prose can do, that no iPhone can do better. This usually has to do with memory, reflection and the silences between things."
"I felt oddly sad, all of a sudden, like I might cry, though sad isn’t the right word at all. “What’s the matter?” asked my breakfast companion — she must have seen the shift of emotion on my face, in my body. “This is the last continent,” I said. “I’ve been to all seven now.”"