The tourist travels in his own atmosphere like a snail in his shell and stands, as it were, on his own perambulating doorstep to look at the continents of the world. But if you discard all this, and sally forth with a leisurely and blank mind, there is no knowing what may not happen to you.
Freya Stark (2011). “Baghdad Sketches: Journeys Through Iraq”, p.11, Tauris Parke Paperbacks