Venture to a remote corner of a faraway land and, from the moment you get there, every person and every thing becomes an obstacle, designed to entrap you, to stop you proceeding on your way.

Visit Cape Town and history is never far from your grasp. It lingers in the air, a scent on the breezy, an explanation of circumstance that shaped the Rainbow People. Stroll around the old downtown and it's impossible not to be affected by the trials and tribulations of the struggle. But, in many ways, it is the sense of triumph in the face of such adversity that makes the experience all the more poignant.

I am all for curses and superstition, but there's a point at which they start getting in the way. That point had arrived.

Explorers like to pretend that they are a select breed of people with iron nerve and an ability to endure terrible hardship.

Only a man who has his health, a full stomach and wears clean clothes would ever entertain the notion of tracking down the greatest lost city on Earth.

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.