It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you.
The journey is part of the experience — an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.
It seems pretty obvious that if the male prostitute was not Juan Uys, he would have been happy for others to think that he was. By claiming that Juan Uys will also be one of his “victims”, he is really trying to claim that he is not Juan Uys. Which suggests very strongly that he is but that he wants us to think different.