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456 pages, Paperback
First published May 23, 1877
“About 100 mules, all laden with merchandise, could be seen coming towards our party. We should have to pass them; how to do so seemed a difficult problem to solve. The track was no wider than the average dinner table.Not quite your standard Saga Over 50s holiday cruise then.
The guide soon settled the matter. Taking a whip, he struck the leading mule; the latter, to avoid punishment, ran with his load up a steep slope along the side of the path. The rest of the animals followed. There seemed to be scarcely foothold for a goat, but the mules found one. “
“ [the wax candles] had been made to last a year and had cost ‘tchok para’ – a great many paras.Sometimes it is no more than gentle British humour, but quite often it is also the gentle self-confidence (arrogance?) of British imperialism that shines through: For example, when contemplating a particularly hazardous manoeuvre on horseback in the mountains:
The attendant evidently thought that he should impress my mind with this announcement, and he uttered the word ‘tchok’ in a way which no Englishman could imitate, save when he is in the extreme agonies of sea sickness…"
“My followers were looking on. What the guide had done it was very clear that an Englishman ought to do."That said, the journey was not undertaken for touristic reasons, and his main purpose – to keep an eye on the Russians as the Great Game unfolded – is apparent on every page. I was often struck how ‘contemporary’ it all felt:
“’Yes’ said the Caimacan, ‘I take an interest in [political geography], and I love my country. Until we can hem Russia in on every side, she will always be a thorn, not only in our side, but also in that of Europe.’”Quite so.