I enjoyed this quite a bit. Have always loved jenkins' writing.

Probably overly-romanticized but I really enjoyed being a part of this river journey on the Niger as the authors ventured towards Timbuktu.

I do not want my beautiful daughter or nieces to marry a man like this author....but I want our lives touched by men like this author !!!! This book makes me crave adventure (without dieing, though)

A great read for adventure lovers. His other book about cycling through Mongolia is also worth a go.

For anyone with a love for Mali, river travel, or just good travel literature. I'm usually not a fan of this genre, but Jenkins writes in a way that's thoughtful, humble, well-researched, and with a heavy beauty that stays with you.

I’ve found this book amazing, loved the adventure and the way the writer describes each situation and sceneries. I felt many emotions while reading, super.

One of the reasons this book caught my attention is that I was working in Sierra Leone several years before Mark Jenkins started his trip down the Niger River in 1990. I traveled up country on the border of Guinea with some missionary friends and have never forgotten the steady beat of drums in the darkness, a reminder of the what a different world I’d just entered.
Mark Jenkins, a travel fanatic and writer, sets out with three friends to attempt their first descent of the Niger River in kayaks with the goal of reaching the legendary city of Timbuktu. The river is 150 miles from the Atlantic and they went through Sierra Leone to access the river. The scope of Jenkin’s journey also reminded me of Graham Greene’s, “Journey Without Maps” and Joseph Conrad’s “The Heart of Darkness”, two of the most compelling African travel stories of all time. “Journey Without Maps” tells of Green’s first trip through Liberia and Sierra Leone in 1935 when he utilized porters to carry him part of the way in hammocks. The “Blue Guides”, a series of authoritative travel books highlighted the many diseases one could find in West Africa, include elephantiasis, leprosy, yaws, malaria, hookworm, schistosomiasis, dysentery, smallpox, and nutritional conditions”
Even in more recent history, the health challenges faced by Jenkins and his friends were impressive as he described, “…I got bitten by a scorpion and …shivered through the fever. Mike got something in his stomach so rough he couldn’t walk for two days. I got an infection in my foot that oozed red pus. We didn’t have any drugs and the villagers had worse afflictions than we did…Eventually we became as lean as the jackals we heard howl at night out in the dunes.”
He also tells of blackflies which were as “common as dirt from which a worm develops and eventually reaches eyeballs, where it dies, taking with it the sight of the human. Evidently, slow rivers have snails with blood flukes in them which bore painlessly through the skin and attack the intestines or bladder, and then “They find blood in their piss and shit. This disease is called bilharzia. In the worst case the fluke devours the liver, a mortal bilious disorder.” Not for the faint of heart.
Graham explains the psychological side of traveling through the hinterlands of West Africa, “It is not then any part of Africa which acts so strongly on this unconscious mind; certainly no part where the white settler has been most successful in reproducing the conditions of his country, its morals and its popular art. A quality of darkness is needed, of the inexplicable…”
Jenkins’ journey takes place in this relatively unknown part of West Africa but first they want t find the source of the river which eventually come to a half-hour walk downhill to find, “the path a trough through blue shadows. The jungle is so dense we don’t see the river until we are standing on its bank…The river is a brown torrent. It appears out of a cave or jungle, shoots beneath us, rushes headlong through the trees for a short distance, bends and disappears.”
A long the way, Jenkins tells the stories of other explorers like German Friedrich Hornemann who so impressed Napoleon that the general offered to provide him with French passports. Hornemann went on to become fluent in Arabic and became a Muslim in order to pass from city to city. He posed as a desert merchant and he went through the Saharan desert and followed it within “three hundred miles of its terminus in the Gulf of Guinea before dying of dysentery.”
A French explorer, Rene Caillie returned to France a national hero after his trek through Africa, including ten days in Timbuktu in 1828. Six years later, “at the age of thirty-nine, plagued by disorders contracted during his journeys in Africa, he died.” But his notoriety was based on his descriptions of Timbuktu, “did not fit the image cradled like a holy grail in the mind of the public. How could the most mysterious city in history be nothing more than a collection of mud buildings, a mere trading post in the desert? Impossible.”
Their adventure got a lot more interesting part way down the river when they hid their gear to visit a local village only to return to find, “The tent was gone. We went into shock immediately raged through the thorn bushes in the dark screaming, cursing and bellowing threats. We kicked and punched empty shadows, scratching the hell out of ourselves….In the morning when we awoke, birds were chirping and the sky was baby blue and we sat up…to a beautiful day. We had finally been released from the burden of possessions. Now we could travel.?
Floating down one of the largest rivers in Africa in a kayak does leave one vulnerable a number of local dangers, ”…suddenly I hear stomping and then a roar and a hippo the size of a garbage struck comes crashing through the trees shaking its mammoth head flopping its mammoth mouth thrusting its pointed tusks. The hippo plunges into the water and is swimming right for me and the other two appear to be following him but I’ve already spun on a dime and am flying for the opposite bank…”
After a trek through the Sahara desert, Jenkins makes his way to Timbuktu and his guide takes him to the infamous library, “a nondescript building that turns out to be a library housing some of the ancient texts of Timbuktu. For hundreds of years Timbuktu was the center of learning for all of West Africa. Muhammad reads to me from the tomes. Stories of the desert. Stories of history. He shows me the pages purled with recursive Arabesque patterns...”
The next day, his guide takes him to the houses where famous white explorers stayed often with a metal plague above the door. The author asks Muhammad why so many special plagues commemorating forgotten white men to which his guide replies, “Because they were the first white men to come to my town. Then he grins, but we were her all along.”
The last scene takes place at his guide’s home for dinner, “A space is made for me in the circle and a rug laid upon the sand. I am asked to sit. Over the fire is a dark kettle….Muhammad explains that the brains and the eyes are the delicacy and that I am the guest of honor. I remove one of the eyeballs with my fingers and eat it. Muhammad plucks out the other, swallowing it whole. We eat the brains together…” This scene reminded me of a lunch I was invited to in Sierra Leone where I almost finished the stew only to be faced with the monkey hand.
One inevitable aspect of a great trek is missing friends and family a long the way. Penniless, and traveling home through Germany, Jenkins, was asked by a family member they were staying with if they missed their home, “We did. We did so much we couldn’t even talk about it. Our homesickness was hidden inside us like a key we had swallowed. We never talked about it because we were still young and embarrassed and believed homesickness was a sign of weakness rather than love.”
The author sums up what the trip meant to him, “All four of us will remember a completely different trip, almost as though we were never together at all. Every journey is unfathomably personal When it is over, you always see yourself as someone different from who you were during the journey, because you are…”
The Boston Sunday Globe review says, “Jenkins weaves a compelling narrative of muscular beauty and emotional honest. He makes us understand what pushes the man who pushes the envelope.” The New York Times says, “There is a melancholy . . . implicit in Mr. Jenkins's writing, that travel involves something futile, a disregard of Pascal's epigram about all evil things coming from man's being unable to sit still in a room. But it is just that touch of melancholy, of regret, of the hopelessness of the quest that gives To Timbuktu its resonance.” A detailed map and several colored photos add to the elegantly described scenes on the Niger River.

About the Author
Mark Jenkins is a global correspondent for Rodale magazines and a former monthly columnist for Outside magazine. Besides writing the critically acclaimed books A Man's Life, The Hard Way, and Off the Map, Jenkins is featured in Best American Travel Writing and has written for Men's Health, Backpacker, Time, the Atlantic Monthly, National Geographic, and other media. When he's not off adventuring, he lives in Laramie, Wyoming.
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•tPublisher: Modern Times; 1st edition (May 27, 2008)
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Mark Jenkins has written several books about traveling in unconventional ways to unconventional places around the world. I enjoy his writing. To Timbuktu is part his own journey but also brief stories of adventurers through the ages who tried to find the source of the Niger River and to get to Timbuktu. He also relives his travel adventures as a crazy 18 year old in Europe and Africa, traveling with the same companion with whom is now going by kayak down the Niger River. At 18 they were totally free to do what they wanted and had no money. At around 30 they both have pregnant wives at wives at home and although there is a lot of the crazy teenager left in these guys, there is now something else - maturity maybe - as well(thank goodness.)

In many ways I think the book is Mark's tribute to his life long friend Mike who died on an adventure trip in the arctic.

Stunning. Funny, scary, heartbreaking.

To Timbuktu is a patchwork memoir, filled with starts, and stops, interludes and detours, written by a lifelong outdoor adventurer, Mark Jenkins, who in his early 20s took off to West Africa to kayak down the Niger River from source to sea with three other buddies from his native Wyoming. I have mixed feelings about this book. On one hand, there is an agility in his writing that brings to life the people and places he encountered on his journey. While I enjoyed these musings, something seemed missing. Something about the author, and his style and interpretations of his experiences made me feel disconnected and unsure of his story.

About 2/3 of the way through the book, he casually tells of an encounter with a prostitute, but does not even mention the fact that in doing so, he cheated on his pregnant newlywed wife. It was extremely dissonant given how much he talked about her pregnancy and the newborn baby they were both waiting to welcome. His lack of self reflection about that decision (and others) made it hard for me to trust anything else he had written. I was also frequently disoriented by his dearth of reference points to time or space—where and when he was. I suppose that’s part of the unfathomable vastness of the continent that carried this adventure for him. Jenkins is a four-star writing talent with a three-star telling. In the end, the anecdotes were nice, but as for the meaning of his trip, I just couldn’t relate.

_To Timbukutu_ by Mark Jenkins is an enjoyable and quick read, more adventure travel writing than anything though with some history and a little commentary woven through it. Essentially, the book is one main narrative interspersed with two other narratives. The heart of the book is the account of how the author and three of his friends reached the head of the Niger River in West Africa and were able to journey down its most dangerous sections in kayaks, starting where the river was barely large enough for their one-man boats, contending with rapids, waterfalls, debris in the water, wild currents, hippos, and crocodiles. This main narrative would break from time to time to follow one of two other narratives; either describing adventures the author and one of his friends on the current expedition had in Europe and mostly in Africa a number of years ago (fresh out of high school) or an account of the legion of (very unlucky) European explorers who tried to solve the questions of the source and even the direction the Niger River flowed as well as the location of the fabled city of Timbuktu.

I really liked Jenkin's writing style as he was quite descriptive and very witty. I loved how he described in his story of himself and his friend Mike, bored with Europe, when they both decided to go to Africa. "It was a word from the boundlessness of childhood. Big and deep as the sky." Or how he described that there were only certain times in your life when you can do certain things, such as to go out to see the world. If you waited too long to go, "the seeds of cynicism and fearfulness have already taken root and you shall be a loathsome traveler."

A good book, for once I don't have a lot to say about something I have read. While not action-movie standards of adventure, Jenkins did describe an interesting experience. While he didn't give as detailed a portrait of the lives of Africans as other books I have read, there were some very memorable scenes and people in this book. I liked reading about the many explorers who attempted the Niger and to reach Timbuktu, though I had read much of that before and in greater detail. I guess what I liked most was his writing style; his put-you-there descriptiveness of what he saw and experienced.

I enjoyed this book, but it was really more about an "internal" journey in the sense of the author getting to know himself better, than a journey to Africa and exploring the culture and environment of the place. For example, the author has interludes about early explorers who tried to reach Timbuktu, but nothing about the history or culture.