Compulsive readers, as I have found to my own cost,while being immensely satisfied, educated and entertained by the book they have just read, often remember little of it even after a few months. People like myself, with a system - namely keeping subject matter varied, and never visiting similar ground too frequently - simply forget the finer points, the pearls of wisdom, and the sheer style and skill of the writing. It is now perhaps two years since I read Congo Journey, and it is perhaps the only book that I can remember and still admire after that time. In brief, the elements that make up classic travel writing - the journey itself, the characters and the observations along the way - are all dealt with with such skill, sensitivity and enjoyment, that it is hard not to be sucked into this journey, and the Congo, which let's face it, few of us will ever experience. Travel writers can be arrogant, sarcastic and boorish types. Or they can produce work like this. A rare treat, for anyone with the desire to read - and become involved and immersed in, a book of this type. Brilliant.