I Cut Down Trees, I Skip And

Night Falls Over Machu Picchu To The Sound Of Abba's 'dancing Queen'.

I Know That We Shall Meet Problems Along The Way, But I'd Far Rather See For Myself What's Going On In The World Outside, Than Rely On Newspapers, Television, Politicians And Religious Leaders To Tell Me What I Should Be Thinking.

Once The Travel Bug Bites There Is No Known Antidote, And I Know That I Shall Be Happily Infected Until The End Of My Life

Somewhere, A Long Way Away, People Are Doing Sensible Things Like Mowing Lawns And Digging Gardens.

First Shalt Thou Take Out The Holy Pin. Then Shalt Thou Count To Three, No More-no Less. Three Shall Be The Number Thou Shalt Count, And The Number Of The Counting Shall Be Three. Four Shalt Thou Not Count, Neither Count Thou Two, Excepting That Thou Then Proceed To Three. Five Is Right Out. Once The Number Three, Being The Third Number, Be Reached, Then Lobbest Thou Thy Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch Towards Thy Foe, Who, Being Naughty In My Sight, Shall Snuff It.