We'd never seen anything as green as these rice paddies. It was not just the paddies themselves: the surrounding vegetation - foliage so dense the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose - was a rainbow coalition of one colour: green. There was an infinity of greens, rendered all the greener by splashes of red hibiscus and the herons floating past, so white and big it seemed as if sheets hung out to dry had suddenly taken wing. All other colours - even purple and black - were shades of green. Light and shade were degrees of green. Greenness, here, was less a colour than a colonising impulse. Everything was either already green - like a snake, bright as a blade of grass, sidling across the footpath - or in the process of becoming so. Statues of the Buddha were mossy, furred with green.
Geoff DyerTag: travel asia landscapes green travel-writing verdant jungle southeast-asia globetrotting
In the cramped confines of the toilet I had trouble getting out of my wet trousers, which clung to my legs like a drowning man. The new ones were quite complicated too in that they had more legs than a spider; either that or they didn't have enough legs to get mine into. The numbers failed to add up. Always there was one trouser leg too many or one of my legs was left over. From the outside it may have looked like a simple toilet, but once you were locked in here the most basic rules of arithmetic no longer held true.
Geoff DyerTag: humor humour drugs travel lmao being-stoned
Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.
Nick MillerTag: travel
Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun
Jane Taylor StarwoodTag: food travel wine nonfiction long-island
It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.
Aldo LeopoldTag: nature travel wilderness
So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry
Jack KerouacTag: life love adventure travel awakening
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
Pascal MercierTag: life past identity home moving-on travel leaving
Don't ever live vicariously. This is your life. Live.
Lavinia SpaldingTag: adventure travel life-lessons living-vicariously vagabonding living-life-to-the-fullest vicarious
We all look back at some time or other and wonder why we didn't listen to our instincts. Why did we hestiate? Why did we lose our dreams?
Diane GriffithTag: descriptive travel humerous heart-warming greek-island true-adventure vw-camper
Be as intellectual as you like about it, but India is brilliantly mad. And if you want to love it, you have to hate it first.
Simon DringTag: travel india madness-and-civilization
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