The backstreet cafe in Casablanca was for me a place of mystery, a place with a soul, a place with danger. There was a sense that the safety nets had been cut away, that each citizen walked upon the high wire of this, the real world. I longed not merely to travel through it, but to live in such a city.
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Respect was one thing. Survival was another. It was important that I kept my priorities in the right order.
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A journey of observation must leave as much as possible to chance. Random movement is the best plan for maximum observation
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Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.
Tahir ShahThe quest for a lost city erodes your body, damaging you beyond all reason. But it is your mind that bears the heaviest toll. Listen to the doubters, the worriers and the weak, and the vaguest hope of success evaporates.
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There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.
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The porters could always be coaxed to continue a little further through driving rain by the mere suggestion of a Pot Noodle at the end.
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The situation was different in the jungle. Every inch of ground had to be earned, and was done so through much exertion with the blade.
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Only a man who has his health, a full stomach and wears clean clothes would ever entertain the notion of tracking down the greatest lost city on Earth.
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Previous experience had taught me that any expedition marches on its stomach.
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