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 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.

In moments of great uncertainty on my travels, I have always felt that something is protecting me, that I will come to no harm.

Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.