There is nothing like a train journey for reflection.
There’s nothing like a pack of mules to give one a sense of entourage.
The first rule of an expedition is that everyone should stick together.
The only thing they valued higher than ammunition were Man United footballs.
Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.
Bombay is a city where gossip is treated as a commodity.
I had learned years ago never to give original documents to anyone if I could help it.
In India an explanation is often more confusing than what prompted it.
Believe, and what was impossible becomes possible what at first was hidden becomes visible.
The idea of my heart dancing with delight was far too good to pass up.