Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

I Don’t Keep A Travel Diary. I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down. Everything Else Slipped Away, As Though My Mind Felt Jilted By My Reliance On Pen And Paper. For Exactly The Same Reason I Don’t Travel With A Camera. My Holiday Becomes The Snapshots And Anything I Forget To Record Is Lost.

Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.

I Do All This Alone, Everything I Achieve, I Achieve Alone, Because It's My Head I'm Locked Into, And I Share This Space With Nobody But Myself.

The Thing About Tourism Is Just That It's Incredibly Powerful. It's Like A Gun And It's Incredibly Easy To Be Irresponsible With It. And The Speed Of The Impact That Tourism Can Have On A Place Can Be Quite Breathtaking. It Doesn't Take Years, It Takes Months. That's How Quickly It Works. And It Can Be Quite A Bleak Thing To Witness.