“As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewter inkpot, rising out of the haze to the north of where I… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“he was no mountaineer when he decided to climb the Hindu Kush. A few days scrambling on the rocks in Wales, enchantingly chronicled here,… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
In India even the most mundane inquiries have a habit of ending this way. There may be two answers, there may be five, a… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“I was heavily involved on all fronts: with mountaineering outfitters, who oddly enough never fathomed the depths of my ignorance; possibly because they couldn’t… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“In the great court, surrounded by broken-down droshkies and the skeletons of German motor-buses, we spread our sleeping-bags on the oily ground beside our… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“Driving in clouds of dust and darkness beyond the outer suburbs the self-starter began to smoke. Grovelling under the vehicle among the ants and… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
“Mustering this sad, mutinous little force, I drove them before me up the Linar gorge, cursing the lot of them. It was not difficult… — Eric Newby Copy Share Image
