The Silk Road Taking the bus to Pakistan

The second installment in a three-part travel series, which began with South of the Clouds: Travels in Southwest China (2015), finds Porter en route to Islamabad via the Silk Road, that ancient thoroughfare connecting Pacific and Mediterranean worlds. In a mix of history, myth, and humorous observations, Porter relates tales of notable landmarks and figures from Chinese history, including emperors, concubines, poets, and peasants. Hopping from bus to van, hoofing it across towns, crashing in cheap motels, or enjoying whisky by starlight, Porter's dispatches from central Asia read like erudite diary entries. Photos adorn the text: rock formations on a Mongol battlefield, glassy streams in rural Turfan, landslides across the Khunjerab Pass. As the terrain changes, so do the languages, cultures, and customs. Mandarin brushstrokes give way to Arabic, Uighur tea replaces noodle stands, and Buddhist pagodas swivel into Islamic minarets. By the time Porter arrives in Pakistan's capital city, Afghan carpets adorn the walls, and Western rock plays on the radio. Nearly 25 years in the making, Porter's travel writing is sure to satisfy bibliophiles' wanderlust.--Báez, Diego Copyright 2016 Booklist

In this latest installment in his decadeslong journey through China, Porter (South of the Clouds, 2015, etc.) wanders westward into the mountains, never quite courting danger, never quite avoiding it. How does one pack for a trip along what the Chinese traditionally called the Road to the West and Westerners the Silk Road? First, get a rucksack, not a pack with a rigid frame. Then put some whiskey in a flask and put the flask in the rucksack. "Once I had the pack and the whiskey out of the way," Porter, aka Red Pine, amiably writes, "the rest was easy: a couple changes of clothes, silk longjohns, a cashmere vest, a lightweight jacket, a wool hat and gloves." An extra stomach lining and a big shovel might have come in handy, as we learn, following Porter's travels from Xi'an into the desert and high country. Fortunately for Porter, though beset by some appallingly bad food, a goodly number of con artists, and a brush with death along a cliffside highway in the Karakoram, he had his wits with him, as well as a firm command of history and literature. Occasionally, his approach to all that learning is a little scattershot: the great Turkic conqueror Tamerlane turns up here and there (e.g., "if Tamerlane hadn't died, it's quite possible there would be more mosques today in China than temples") but sometimes as an afterthought and sometimes repetitively. Still, a little absentmindedness is fine, especially in so unflappable a travel guide. Porter is at his best when interpreting history, a touch less so when updating Michelin ("In addition to coffee and omelettes, John offered other Western favorites, like fried potatoes") along the way from the Yellow River to the Pakistani frontier. Fans of Owen Lattimore, The Road to Oxiana, Aurel Stein, and other like-minded ventures and adventurers will find Porter's latest a pleasure and an inspiration. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.