He did not think of himself as a tourist; He was a traveler. The Difference is partly one of time, he would explain. Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over a periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. In deed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived….-The Sheltering Sky, by Paul Bowels p. 14
This gentlemen is an inhabitant of Mogador, Morocco.
