![]() She starts flying with the help of a friend and, after she buys a plane, she uses her new hobby as a mean for living, giving up on horses. To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just ‘home.’ It is all these things but one thing - it is never dull.īeryl was a person who did not like to hold still, she felt the need to change and to find new provocations. It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations. As you can see, she had an extraordinary, exciting life, one we cannot even comprehend but we can learn so much from reading about.Īfrica for her was home and her love for the continent is obvious from the poetic praise and the emotion she manages to transmit whenever she writes about the subject.Īfrica is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer’s paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. At 18 she was the first woman horse trainer in Africa. Her first major passion were horses not flying. She was raised among Masai warriors, learned to hunt with a spear and to understand animals. In case you did not know (I didn’t), she was the first solo person to fly the Atlantic from England to North America non-stop from east to west.īeryl was an English woman who grew up in Kenya together with her father on a farm. ![]() ![]() ![]() West with the Night is the memoir of amazing Beryl Markham. ![]() I do not read many autobiographies but when I do I seem to hit the jackpot. ![]()
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