The Life and Times of a Traveler

I think it all started when I was about 10 years old. My father was a tea planter up in the top right hand corner of India. We came back in 1946 after a partition. And on the train from Calcutta to Bombay, it's a long old journey. And I woke up at 10 years old, woke up about 5 o'clock in the morning, the rest of the family were asleep. And I looked out of the window, we were in the desert at that time. That really did it. It made it for me. You know, the deserts can do that for us. The space, the cleanliness. There's a line in Lawrence of Arabia