There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.

The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.

Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.

On a hard jungle journey nothing is so important as having a team you can trust.

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.