There are probably more annoying things than being hectored about African development by a wealthy Irish rock star in a cowboy hat, but I can’t think of one at the moment.

There’s always a way if you’re not in a hurry.

Travel is a state of mind. It has nothing to do with existence or the exotic. It is almost always an inner experience.

At my lowest point, when things were at their most desperate and uncomfortable, I always found myself in the company of Australians, who were like a reminder that I’d touched bottom.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

The Peace Corps is a sort of Howard Johnson’s on the main drag into maturity.