The Last Train to Zona Verde

When Paul Theroux says it's his last train ride, I feel sad. I've traveled with Theroux across the east side of Africa, across Asia, and now down the west side of Africa. This was not a happy trip for him. He seemed to grow more and more morose as he stopped in various cities across Africa. The poverty, the filth, the despair of the people...all these worked together to bring Theroux's mood down lower and lower with every stop. Finally, he cut the trip short and went home. It's possible he may never travel again.

I understand, but I can't help but wish that he would try again, with a brand new location and fresh outlook. I count on him to take me places. I hope he knows that, and I hope he rests and gets back on the road.