410 CHAPTER 46
Shark Island, Namibia, the present day‘Heads?’ Nick said. ‘You’re f*****g kidding me.’
Anja looked up from her iPad. ‘I’m afraid not, Nick. Have you not read anything about the history of Shark Island?’
‘Not enough, clearly.’ He looked out over the barren rocky outcrop. He could barely imagine how a thousand people could fit on the promontory, let alone the atrocities that had gone on there. ‘However, I shouldn’t be shocked. There were British scientists taking the skulls and skeletons of Australian Aboriginal people for research back in the day. The whole supposedly civilised world has a lot to answer for.’
Shark Island was now a national park and they had paid a modest entry fee to a parks officer at a little wooden cabin on the causeway that linked the island to the m
