Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

You Can Feel As Brave As Columbus Starting For The Unknown The First Time You Enter A Chinese Lane Full Of Boys Laughing At You, Or When You Risk Climbing Down In A Tibetan Pub For A Meal Of Rotten Meat.

We Want To Feel That This Earth Is All Ours, Like Our Parents' House When We Were Children.

Humanity Is Made Up Of An Infinity Of Different Individuals. Each Of Us Travels For Motives Exclusively His Own.

Others Are Keen To See If Natives Other Than Us Live Better Than We Do, Without Heat In Pipes, Ice In Boxes, Sunshine In Bulbs, Music On Disks, Or Images Gliding Over A Pale Screen.

One Travels To Escape From It All, But That Is The Great Illusion: It Cannot Be Done, Since One Travels With One's Mind.