A poor man is like a foreigner in his own country.

As for those who spite you, and seemingly just because, it’s only evident that they’re learning from you. Maybe you taste bad – kind of like medicine, kind of like truth – and to them,...

If you think it’s bad now, my friend, wait till we reach a town!’ He shook his head and brushed at his tattered, dirty shirtsleeve. ‘Do try to remember we’re visitors-and not welcome ones-if you...

As far as Samson was concerned I was just another foreigner in pursuit of a lunatic quest.

None of them seemed to mind sliding around in the faeces and choking in the smoke. They were determined not to miss the opportunity of watching a foreigner make a fool of himself.