I would always carry a compass with me in big cities, especially abroard. Being a simple country boy I find cities hard work and scary, being lost is terrifying. Marrakech for example was a nightmare, but with my trusty compass I always felt secure that I could simply head east till I came out. Beats walking round in circles for hours.
Don't roll with a pig in poo. You get covered in poo and the pig likes it.
I never had any problem with finding my way around unfamiliar cities . . . until I went to Singapore. I never did manage to work out the geography of Toa Payoh (the suburb where my wife's brother lives); it's just a collection of identical-looking high-rise blocks, placed randomly with respect to the roads.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
Happy birthday Swoop.
Luke Appleyard (Wharfedale)- quick on the dissent