We used to have hundreds of books but various moves, particularly the ones from Essex up to Ardnamurchan and then from Ardnamurchan down to Suffolk, forced us to reduce their numbers drastically, yet we still have many shelves of them. This is one of three which hold my Africa books, several of them dating back to my childhood. In many I wrote inside the front cover where and when I acquired them, a habit I now regret dropping.
People wrote it off as a waste of money at the time but it has turned out so successful that the Chinese have now built a second line which runs parallel to the original. It's a classic example of the sort of development that the British imperial exploiters carried out for which they get no credit today, even though it's been of inestimable economic and social value to Kenya and Uganda.
I travelled the Mombasa-Nairobi section several times, on the overnight sleeper which, in its day, was the height of luxury. Waking in the morning and pulling up the blind to watch the slow passage of animals and scenery was an unforgettable experience, as was the evening meal. Of course, it was always better the Nairobi-Mombasa direction because that meant we were at the beginning of one of those wonderful summer holidays in Mombasa.
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