Travel during my three-year stint high in the Andes (2005-2008) was a very slow business. Sometimes riding a mule but more often just slowly walking through the mountains, sometimes for days at a stretch, because there were hardly any (mud) roads. Everything gently passing us by, animals, trees, villages and people. Time to talk as we walked (walk as we talked) and listen to everything around us. The great gift, so often eluding us in our modern high velocity living, being simple appreciation.