A suicide among the ice floes nearing the North Pole; the shrivelled outline of a gecko trapped in a light bulb in Hong Kong; a tryst with one kind of damnation beneath a painting of Judgment Day in Orvieto, Italy. Roger Willemsen’s The Ends of the Earth, unlike most travel books which try to market their destinations, is in the end a delving into the recesses of the self. To discover whether the earth moves under the traveller’s feet while the traveller himself stays suspended in time and space. Willemsen’s voyages cover places that most travellers do not get to see, spanning five continents and records experiences that may or may not happen to everyone. His book moves from the geographical to the personal, with 22 pieces that are arranged in no particular order.