He was under a tiny patch of shade under a tree in one of the earth’s remotest spots. At Nadapal, the Kenya–South Sudan border, you might expect to meet the ghost of Chatwin, but not a dead ringer for Peter Sellers dying of thirst.
‘You English? Ach great,’ he croaked as he loaded his Samsonite suitcase into our Land Rover.
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