I went to the Gobi Desert, even though I had no scenes there. This is the greatness of China, the landscape, even for us.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
An adventure story is fear recalled in comfort.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know.
Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore at the rim of a far flung sky.
What an enthusiastic devotion is that which sends a man from the attractions of home, the ties of neighbourhood, the bonds of country, to range plains, valleys, hills, mountains, for a new flower.
Love is a hero’s journey, and the hero’s journey is a noble but difficult path.
