I started this book a long time ago, set it aside for a move, and promptly misplaced it for the past few years. A month ago or so, I found it and the book it follows in a way, and read it anew. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, even though as a current read, it is somewhat old news, being set around 1990. But the world in which the author passes, that of village life in Mali following in the footsteps of Mungo Park, who passed that was 200 years earlier, isn't probably all that different today than when he wrote about it. Who is Mungo Park and why would somebody follow him through a tough part of West Africa? Mungo Park was a Scottish physician and botanist who in 1795, with the support of London's Africa Society, set off to the unknown interior of West Africa, primarily to figure out where the rivers went to. As a hydrologist, I can appreciate this Scottish lad in his exploration. I can also appreciate that his voyage, unlike most of his fellow Europeans of that era, was not looking to convert people, steal them, steal their stuff, or otherwise cause them grief, but to learn about who lived where and where the rivers began and where they went. Peter Hudson decided that he would follow as closely as possible, these footsteps and tell the modern story. He weaves back and forth between his travels and Mungo's route, figuring out which villages still exist and many times changed a name, but were in the same place. Every now and then, he finds local lore that remember a European arriving before the French colonizers. It's a great story and well told. I'm glad I found this book and read it. I am now reading the original account by Mungo Park's of his 1795-96 exploration. Full circle.