*It’d been a long time since I claimed some solitude in this blessed landscape; since I’ve done without lifes little props. Here I have no friend, no dog, no radio, no clock, no phone, no roof, no body pollutants. The clackety-clack of the typewriter travels out into the valley and gets lost in expanses of forest and paperbark swamp. I’m the only soul around.* For ten years Robyn Davidson has been travelling light. Across the desert, across America on a Harley-Davidson, or walking through the bush of ghosts by night. In these articles that make up Travelling Light, the bestselling author of Tracks takes us into wilds of many countries – as well as countries of the mind. *’A born writer.’* – Daily Telegraph *’A perceptive and sensitive observer.’* – Sydney Morning Herald