If one comes to this book with any sort of expectations whether from having a glorified image of the author's life and work or - like I did - due to a strong impact of the film made after the book, repeating the journey of the two young boys well over a half a century later when the circumstances of the people of the continent are not really changed for better, especially those of the indigenous people of the continents, one is bound to be disappointed. This is unadulterated diary of a young male of that era, and whatever else he understood or learned or was impressed with that led to his life and work is here only fleetingly while the prejudices of his own roots often enough do show. He says more than once that he has not thought it proper to add to what he wrote then in publishing it later; fair enough.
If one does wish for a better view of the formation of the man that he became later, the visual impressions left by the film do a much better work of giving one what he saw and what impressions it left. One could, of course, undertake to repeat the journey oneself. One might however find the roads and other conditions not improved, and one's fitness to undergo such an ordeal must be taken into account beforehand. Personally I would take note of all the difficulties of roads mentioned herein before even a touristic travel to see the splendours of the continent, whether of cultural history or nature. Pity one could not do it while young and healthy.
These are some of the books I read during last half a century or so, and some of the thoughts, questions, reactions and insights, emotions - and so forth -, evoked on reading them, either then or later sometime during the interim years and decades, or even thinking over now, that are summed up here while trying to record my impressions about what I read.
Serene, Reflecting
Life Recedes