An unassuming account of the fabulous odyssey which took young Skrede, at 19, from Oslo, across Russia, China and the Himalayas in his attempt to reach the Norwegian Air Force in Canada. With four others, he travelled to Moscow, and then Sinkiang, where they were all held for clearance and Skrede was further detained by the accident in which he was run over by a lorry, and three vertebrae in his back broken. The others went on without him- while for several months he endured the ""indescribably dirty and scruffy"" conditions of a native hospital in which a Russian girl was the only grace note. Back on his feet again, if not too steadily, he travelled on alone through Turkestan; down the Silk Road (by no means as smooth as its connotation); across mountains to Kashgar and a bath and a happy month of rehabilitation at the consulate; on through the Himalayas to the exotic Vale of Kashmir- and finally to Capetown and Canada... The sense of grandeur and isolation of these lonely heights and wastes; much of the beauty which coexists in this part of the world along with the filth; the primitive peoples- usually more hospitable than hostile- all fill a descriptive narrative which is personally, pleasantly styled.