o princípio e o fim

I knew where I was going. The hill station of Wamaba, the place where this journey began, lies on the western edge of the deserts of North Kenya. To the north the mountains slant down to a strange lake. I had been to Wamba once before. The circumstances are unimportant except that towards the end of a long tour, conducted by friends in the Game Department and arranged, thoughtfully, for comfort. I became so fed up with looking at spectacular scenery through the dusty windscreen of a Land-Rover that I got out and climb a chunk of ancient rock called Lolokwi, largely to stretch my legs.

I saw Rudolf once more from a height of forty thousand feet. The time, near midnight, the Comet laden with dozing passengers traveling at hundreds of miles an hour. On the flight deck the navigator assured me we were almost directly above the Turkan shore, but in the light of a quarter-moon I could see almost nothing below. The pilot flicked over the switch of one of a bank of dials ant the precise outline of Rudolf appeared eerily green in the center of the radar screen "Looks a grim place", he said and switched it off.
I went back to my seat and we flew on towards Khartoum. The journey was over.