Excerpt from In the Wake of the Setting Sun I an conscious that apology is due, my readers, for the crude style in which these wayside notes have been compiled. They cannot pretend to be much more than a rescript of my journal. Recording any impressions gleaned as I went westward in the wake of the setting sun, towards that yet uncharted place where he is said to rise in the east. My own little stock of know ledge kept increasing as I went. Yet I do not anticipate that the world's stock will be one whit extended by what I have written. Travel expands the mind - one sees how diflerently others view things then we begin to appreciate their wisdom, and to depreciate our own. The traveller finds the world full of paradoxes. He discovers that there is neither east nor west what yesterday was west. Becomes east as he shifts his tent. Even the infallible calendar appears to be untrue when he reaches home again. My fond hope is that my indulgent reader will not be critical as he follows my bird's-eye view of the places visited, set in an atmosphere of local colour as true as my feeble pen can paint it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.