The Last Train to Zona Verde: My Ultimate African Safari

By Paul Theroux

Following the good fortune of the acclaimed Ghost educate to the jap Star and The nice Railway Bazaar, The final educate to Zona Verde is an ode to the final African trip of the world's so much celebrated commute writer.

“Happy back, again within the nation of light,” writes Paul Theroux as he units out on a brand new trip during the continent he is aware and loves most sensible. Theroux first got here to Africa as a twenty-two-year-old Peace Corps volunteer, and the pull of the significant land by no means left him. Now he returns, after fifty years at the highway, to discover the little-traveled territory of western Africa and to take inventory either one of where and of himself.

His odyssey takes him northward from Cape city, via South Africa and Namibia, then on into Angola, wishing to go farther nonetheless till he reaches the top of the road. touring by myself during the greenest continent, Theroux encounters a global more and more faraway from either the itineraries of visitors and the hopes of postcolonial independence activities. Leaving the Cape city townships, traversing the Namibian bush, passing the looking farm animals of the good sunbaked heartland of the savanna, Theroux crosses “the purple Line” right into a diversified Africa: “the improvised, slapped-together Africa of tumbled fences and cooking fires, of dust and thatch,” of warmth and poverty, and of roadblocks, mobs, and anarchy. After 2,500 onerous miles, he involves the tip of his trip in additional methods than one, a choice he chronicles with quite often unsparing honesty in a bankruptcy known as “What Am I Doing Here?”

Vivid, witty, and wonderfully evocative, The final educate to Zona Verde is a becoming ultimate African experience from the author whose gimlet eye and easy prose have introduced the area to generations of readers.

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