This one is pretty much a classic amongst travelogues and I can see why. Whereas Seven Years in Tibet by whatsisname grew to be rather boring once the author actually reached Lhasa, this one, focused as it is only on the journey, is thrilling. In addition to the landscape, which his words recreate right in front of the reader, the experiences are enough to make to wonder that he ever survived to tell about it. Dervla Murphy’s Where the Indus is Young, which goes to a nearby area, is equally entertaining, though, and perhaps even more hair-raising.
A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush