There Is Barely A Country In The

One Of The Difficult Things Of So Much Travelling Is To Say Goodbye.

I Can Be Me, And People Seem Quite Happy With That.

All I Ask Of Food Is That It Doesn't Harm Me.

The Buddhist Version Of Poverty Is A Situation Where You Have Nothing To Contribute.

The Need To Eat, Sleep And Dry Out Plays Havoc With Your Sense Of Wonder.