Patrick Leigh Fermor - read December 2012
A travelogue of a nineteen year old Patrick Leigh Fermor and the first part of his walk from Rotterdam to Constantinople. This book takes us up to Hungary. The walk was in 1933. He has a family with connections and he gets to stay with the old families of the ruling classes as well as sleeping in barns and being looked after by local town and country folks. It is vaguely interesting when he talks about the old families and the changes they are seeing.
He does like the sound of his own voice and waxes lyrical about writers, philosophers and Germanic folklore when he is not talking about them he is prattling on in flowery descriptions of the landscapes and the folks he meets at great length. He started off a self indulgent nineteen your old and ends up that way.
I am not interested in reading about next part of the walk. He survived the walk and WWII and went on the publish more books. I shall not be seeking them out.
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