International Date Line

I wrote a book - young man's adventures in Africa, it was a hoot - I could have just stayed in my home town, once you start it, you won't be able to put it down, maybe a more accurate title - 'Fifty Shades Of Brown.' It was like the Klondyke - digging on every corner, vibrant, exciting, colonial but no gun at my hip, occasionally, sometimes, I could revert to stiff upper lip. I did what I had to do, like a privileged envoy, ventured into the 'sticks,' should have had a cane, where I could have prodded sleeping boys into life again, 'I bet you think these words are about you, you're so vain.' Why do men climb mountains - there up, rising by, I came back, so that people would ask me, Why?