We took public bus #160 to Hebron. the bus was just like any other bus, other than the fact the driver carried a revolver on his hip, and that all the windows were bulletproof.

It's like being in jail here, man. Couchsurfing is my window.

That's what travel is for. Being where you dont belong frees you from any expectations about how things are supposed to work, and in turn, how you will react to them. A childlike naivety takes over.

Boredom is a luxury good

Travel is wonderful. A near-perfect state of surprise, wonder and excitement. A chance to challenge your assumptions, defeat your prejudices and write a new story for yourself. As a traveller. An exile. An adventurer. An explorer. As someone with great stories of struggle, survival, curiosity, courage and reinvention. But the pursuit of those narratives can be harmful, too.

Proof!' said the Belgian, high-fiving a paranoid German student who was backing his photos up each night across seven hidden SD cards. (Travels in N.Korea)