"Man's real home is not a house.... but the Road" Bruce Chatwin

What if during an organised adventure we suddenly decided to dive along the dusty path of an unknown trail? What if our legs and a dugout canoe were the only means of transport? What if the only available food had more than a hundred little legs and crawled happily inside rotten tree trunks? What if the only way to survive was trusting people we'd just met along barely mapped rivers? And once the barriers of the unknown had been crossed, what if our path merged into a treasure chest of hidden stories capable of unveiling the soul of a forgotten region through the adventures and the dreams of the people actually living in the heart of a remote ecosystem? Well, the commonplace would fall to pieces, the forest would slowly close its canopy upon us and the real exploration would start...
As a matter of fact, what is concealed beyond the curtain of stereotype covering the destination of our dreams? What do engaging travel-agency-style pictures omit? What does the soul of a forest, the mystery of a desert, the purity of an ocean hide?