Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. — Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
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Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

— Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
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