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One can find in the first part of the book, as usual, a profound feeling of patriotism when speaking about
Spain and El Bierzo. He uses them both as the measuring rod to compare new experiences. It seems,
furthermore, as if El Bierzo were the perfect gauge to evaluate all that is beautiful and surprising in that
world which he has endeavored to know and to convey in such a marvelous style.
Similarly, in the second part, Roger shows a deeply felt patriotism towards the United States, his beloved
adopted country. He describes with poignancy the events following September 11, 2001, one of the saddest
days in the history of that great nation brutally assaulted. He defends his solid convictions declaring himself
an enemy to death of terrorism and presents the American people united like a pine-cone with President
Bush in his determination to do justice and his unequivocal principle to reject crime as money to exchange
for liberty.
On the other hand, his precise and precious accounts of the Caribbean have left me with a natural sense of
pride, both personally and as a Spaniard, since through them I have been able to appreciate the enduring
cultural imprint that our ancestors left in those lands.
His unique style to describe landscapes, historical data and the most subtle details is a charming way to let
readers know his experiences, making his book pleasant, delightful and, I dare say, a good consulting guide
for future trips. And, when reading the second part, a journey through the Australian continent fills the soul
with that soft gentleness and stimulating sensation that the seas of the south have always afforded their
visitors. Thus, as the old mariners saying goes, their pure air, impregnated with the scent of a mysterious
island, a solitary volcano, blissful reefs inhabited with tranquil and happy people, makes one feel eternally
young. Those southern seas are like potent venom that penetrates into the blood. Those who have tasted it
hardly ever forget. They strongly feel the powerful desire to return and sense the winds. These, impelling
the sails of life, urge them along the waves of those waters and when the evening sun projects its rays upon
its surface, it shoots forth golden, blue and coppery colors making the mortal human that contemplates
them feel close to heaven.
And, its nights? Oh! its nights with that specially blue sky where the stars seem to sparkle in different ways,
excelling amongst them that unique one: the luminous lady of the south as a blinking lighthouse, guide,
stimulus and muse of navigators. It is not surprising that it takes a place of honor in the flag of the
Australian people as an admirable symbol of its open, honest, courageous and brave spirit, which has
created a marvelous nation.
The readers who already know Roger through his Odyssey to Opportunity and Odyssey Resumed will feel
unbounded joy to meet their author again, and continue, through his hand, the journey through “the World
Continent that I have yet to know”, as he used to say. In reality, not only has he known it, but he has been
capable to transfer to us, delicately and sensibly, its people, its surroundings, its landscapes and its light
with that charm that a good professor always brings forth when he communicates his material to his
To exalt here the content of this section of the book would amount to show lack of consideration for the
readers, for it would deprive them of the glee of unfolding, step by step, a fan of sensations, experiences
and beautiful descriptions where the author has left his inimitable touch.
Those of you who are lucky to live in those lands will simply feel proud when reading each one of their
passages. Those at the other side of this Planet who still do not know them will sense that beautiful desire
of traveling along some ship’s courses full of the subtle beauty that the sea, the sun, gusts of wind and huge
reefs put on a delightful stage.
Some of us, without knowing that continent, are lucky to have in possession lovely videos of the coast and
ports of Australia. Specifically in my case, I received such a video from my deceased good friend César
Josa Álvarez with whom Roger maintained long and interesting conversations, which delighted us for many
hours. I heard, also, passionate descriptions from my dear friend Rubén García Frades who lives there.
None of that has been able to fill, however, neither my spirit nor my heart as the narration of this book.
In sum, dear reader, it is easy to imagine Roger on the highest deck of Legend of the Seas crossing the
Tropics on a serene and tranquil night next to two charming ladies, Lucille and Amante. Indeed, those are
suggestive names for such a night, remembering perhaps the thousands of experiences that could be
surmised in a poem: