Wildlife and multi-coloured semen...

Everybody writes travel books these days. Imagine, though, if you could write about a country that probably none of your readers would ever go to. Most of them would barely leave their own county, if at all, and would know so little about other places that you could tell them just about anything and they'd believe it - or, conversely, the people there could tell you just about anything, and you'd believe it. I got a set of books recently: "Penguin Great Journeys", which aren't about the grand adventures of a travelling penguin, no matter how that might sound. It's a set of twenty books by "history's greatest adventurers"; although I think I might dispute that tagline. Really looking forward to some of them. My Russian history bug is certainly looking forward to A Journey To The End Of The Russian Empire, by Anton Chekhov. That's number fifteen, though, so the Russian history bug will just have to be patient. Anyways, the one that I'm reading at the moment is book one.

( And I ramble about it under here )