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Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.

By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

Trust Me, It's Paradise. This Is Where The Hungry Come To Feed. For Mine Is A Generation That Circles The Globe And Searches For Something We Haven't Tried Before. So Never Refuse An Invitation, Never Resist The Unfamiliar, Never Fail To Be Polite And Never Outstay The Welcome. Just Keep Your Mind Open And Suck In The Experience. And If It Hurts, You Know What? It's Probably Worth It.

The Thing About Tourism Is Just That It's Incredibly Powerful. It's Like A Gun And It's Incredibly Easy To Be Irresponsible With It. And The Speed Of The Impact That Tourism Can Have On A Place Can Be Quite Breathtaking. It Doesn't Take Years, It Takes Months. That's How Quickly It Works. And It Can Be Quite A Bleak Thing To Witness.

The Success That Comes From My Books Is Not Something I Feel Very Comfortable With. Past A Certain Point You Have To Accept The Idea That The Success Is A Lot To Do With The Timing And Luck And That Divorces You From It Massively. There Are Aspects Of It That I Haven't Got Used To At All. But I've Enjoyed Some Parts Of It Massively. It Relates To The Same Reason I Did A Lot Of Backpacking — Partly For The Experience — It's Something To Tell My Grandkids. It's A Weird Chain Of Events To Have In Your Life.