ON STAYING CURIOUS
It was a blustery evening in Table Bay, just the three of us and the skipper on the boat – plenty of opportunity to learn from the legendary wordsmith. I had recently left a career in advertising and was determined to become a travel writer. Steering clear of admitting my literary aspirations we shot the breeze, which was easy to do with Theroux, even on a rolling ocean trying to hold our drink. But he saw through me, and where I surreptitiously yearned for sage advice on travel writing, he gave me the simplest guidance possible. Theroux had just returned from a bus trip to Angola. What left the greatest impression on me was his reason for the journey. ‘I was curious,’ he said. That was it. It reminded me that the…