Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travellers don’t know where they’re going.

He who travels much knows much.

I love out-of-the-way, rugged places. For me, holidays are about the experiences, and the people, and the memories, rather than sitting on a nice beach getting tanned. I try to plant myself where I am and embrace what is there in front of me. Tune into what you feel like doing at that moment. Enjoy not having to look at a watch.

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.

I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up – they have no holidays.

Vacation: Two weeks on the sunny sands – and the rest of the year on the financial rocks.

The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown.