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“...it was just a version of Rimbaud in Harar: the exile, a selfish beast with modest fantasies of power, secretly enjoying a life of beer drinking and scribbling and occasional mythomania in a nice climate where there were no interruptions, such as unwelcome letters or faxes or cell phones. It was an eccentric ideal, life lived off the map.¨”

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Book:Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town
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Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town

This book is a first-hand account of an adventurous overland trip across Africa, starting in Cairo and concluding in Cape Town. The author provides insights into the diverse cultures, landscapes, and challenges encountered during the journey. more

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Paul Theroux
Paul Theroux

Paul Theroux, born on April 10, 1941, is a renowned film writer from the United States. Theroux is known for his distinctive style of storytelling, which often delves into profound life philosophies and social issues. more

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