Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey
Pat Conroy
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing in yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it