That the kind of story I prefer:The tropical sun beat down from a clear blue sky upon the African mainland as part of the little army of invasion, a file of two dozen laden porters and their armed escort, waded and floundered along the course of a muddy creek negotiating a tangle of stranded debris and banks of mud. Porters and escort alike, it was an entirely female band, but the porters were all pale skinned European women wading stark naked through the water and carrying their towering loads on rucksack frames. By contrast, the handful of escorting guards were black and wore khaki uniforms, their only burden that of their weapons, spears and small, round, hide shields. The relationship to their charges suggested by their clothing was endorsed by their frequent encouragement of the naked porteresses with whacks and jabs of the spear butts. 5 out of 5 (Ruthy)
I bought this together with the prequel, White Captives Book One but I did not realise it was a travelogue!!! Pages and pages of descriptions of the places and very disjointed links between the characters. At the end, I was left wondering if why I made the effort to finish the book!!!
1 out of 5 (Drayman)
Author reply: Sorry about the descriptions. I wrote most of it long ago while navigating up and down a similar river. The disjointedness was probably due to the inclusion of shorter stories covering the other victims.