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Just went through the list of countries in my atlas and discovered
that I have been to 144 of them. Now, if I could, it would be easier
for me to list the ones I have not visited yet.
My motto about traveling is:
It is better to see a little of a lot
Than a lot of little.
explanation for this lunacy is:
Even if I like the glimpses of a place I race past, I shall not dwell.
Maybe the next one on my track, I hope, will be better yet. At the end
of the journey I’ll have peeked at many places, people, cultures and
Then I’ll have real choices about
where I want to see a lot of little
This has happened to me many times.
I raced in the Paris-Dakar Rally across the Sahara, buried destitute
people in the dust clouds with my hell-bent dash through their land. I
felt ashamed about many aspects of this high-speed folly but fell in
love with the vastness of the desert. I returned to Timbuktu and
traveled from there for over a month in the lonely sands — with nomads
on their camels. During that month I discovered a mid-Sahara village
with abandoned, dying slaves. There I really learned a lot of little
because I stayed for three years (described in Seasons of Sand Sahara).
Another switch from seeing a little of a lot came in my youth when I
planned to hitchhike around the world. I did stay in Beirut, Lebanon for
about three month but for the rest dashed through the Middle East, on
through Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Burma, Thailand,
China, without a desire to dwell. That all changed with my arrival in
Japan. I loved it, came to a full stop — for almost a year — and learned
a lot of little, even some Japanese.
Or, yet another example. On quick stop in Eastern Siberia (Khatanga on
the Taymyr Peninsula) to outfit for a trek to the North Pole, I fell in
love with the isolated inhabitants of the hostile land. I went back and
lived with hunters, trappers and reindeer herders for almost two month.