The only aspect of our travels that is interesting to others is disaster.

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

Rule number one: wear loose clothing.

No Problem.

Rule number two: no alcohol for the next three days.

Slight problem. I'll miss my evening glass of wine but figure I can go for three days without and compensate later.

And the last rule: absolutely no coffee or tea or caffeine of any kind.

Big problem. This rule hits me like a sucker punch and sure would have knocked me to the floor had I not been sitting there already. I'm eying the exits, plotting my escape. I knew enlightenment came at a price, but i had no idea the price was this steep. A sense of real panic sets in. How am I going to survive for the next seventy-two hours without a single cup of coffee?

We continue to see people travel in spite of high gas prices, ... And it doesn’t make sense to revise the study, since the results might change hourly.

I favor pocket-sized hard drives that travel between home and office, syncing with computers on both ends.

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.