Here’s a fact about me that you probably don’t know: I have zero sense of direction. Like, I need to use my GPS to be able to find the correct major highways to get to my friend’s house… even though I’ve been there several times. I once got lost in the woods behind my house and made a seven-mile circle as I looked for the correct trail. Right after I got my driver’s license, I tried to visit my grandma who lived about 120 miles northwest. I somehow ended up 70 miles northeast, bawling on the side of the road with no cell phone service. Like I said, zero sense of direction.
So when I read a book like this, where the author willingly dumps himself in the middle of nowhere, a remote region of the world where he barely speaks the language, actually gets where he’s trying to go using hand-drawn maps (that are actually wrong!), puts himself fully at the mercy of the locals, and finds amazing things along the way, I’m a little impressed.
Also, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it in quite a while, but I have a degree in linguistics and the idea that these villages can be so close together and yet have such wildly different languages is just so interesting! I would love to know how that happened and if I were still a linguistics student, it would make a great research project. Unfortunately, I am Officially Old and have to focus my daily life on my real job.
Traveling stresses me the heck out, but this book makes me want to drop everything and head to a different country and just hope for the best.
Final rating: ★★★★☆
I received a free copy of The Green Unknown from the author in exchange for my honest review. Thank you!