I once threw a rock at the devil in Mecca and missed. It wasn't my fault. I was bumped from behind. The rock was supposed to hit a stone pillar, a symbol of the renegade jinn. Instead, it hit another pilgrim square in the chest. The man looked me in the eye. He seemed to forgive me. I'm a flawed traveler, but the world treats me well. ---- Currently living in: Kumamoto, Japan.