Make your feet your friend.
There are so many fun places to hike.
I hate to travel. I don't go anywhere.
The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.
I like the Patagonia in Argentina.
Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.
I travel quite a bit.
This is one of my definitions of mountaineering: to go where others do not.
I'm not averse to a bit of travel.
I do a lot of running and hiking, and I also collect stamps - space stamps and Olympics stamps.
I do like to travel.
- Why do you want to climb Mt. Everest, Sir? - Because it is there.
You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.
We were now arrived at the close of our solitary journeyings along the St. Joseph's trail.
Not many know that I'm a mountaineer, and my love for adventure will never die.
I went out to Mount Kilimanjaro, which I thought was very beautiful, but there were a lot of people there.
I love hillwalking and have been doing a lot of climbing.
We moved leisurely towards Mount Foster, on the 22nd, and arrived opposite to it a little before sunset.
When I was younger I dreamt of intrepid travel and whenever I had some time off I wanted to scuba dive. Nowadays I'm a bit more relaxed but I'd still like to do an Amazonian trek.
I've been on the road I think probably three years.
When I'm in Kathmandu, I go out into the hills and go trekking.
Gunther and I always shared the work. Each of us carried his own sleeping bag and tent, and porters carried the rest, until the highest camp, when we were on our own. Nobody helped us up there.
In India, there are lots of places that I love, but my favourite is Kashmir.
The adventurer in me would love to visit Patagonia, Chile.
Yes, I first visited Korphe village, Braldu valley, Baltistan, Pakistan, after failing to summit K2 in 1993, and met Haji Ali, a long time dear mentor and friend. My second visit to Korphe was in 1994.
