Marc, still grappling with the impact of his father's disappearance as a young boy, is unexpectedly invited to join him on a year-long, overland adventure from Europe to South
Africa to celebrate the new millennium. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, they became the rst to cross Africa on temperamental, Ukrainian, sidecar motorbikes.
In this tale of adventure, daring and danger, emerges a compelling story about a broken boyhood; a reunion of estranged men; of the pain that lurked between them; and the journey that re-shaped their relationship.
The book is a true story. My father disappeared from my life when I was 11 years old and a decade later invited me to join him on a Ukrainian Side Car motorbike to travel 22 000km from Austria to South Africa. Our plan was to celebrate the new millennium in Cape Town. The journey had the potential to heal a fractured and unfulfilled paternal relationship. We endured significant hardships, life threatening situations and separations, and along the way were humbled by the kindness and generosity of strangers across three continents. Our relationship was tested, but we failed to heal our wounds. In the end, that was the only way that it could have been for either of us. Redemption and forgiveness had to be offered to ourselves. It took me fifteen years to finally complete the story, and a day after I was due to send the story to my father, he died.
Africa to celebrate the new millennium. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, they became the rst to cross Africa on temperamental, Ukrainian, sidecar motorbikes.
In this tale of adventure, daring and danger, emerges a compelling story about a broken boyhood; a reunion of estranged men; of the pain that lurked between them; and the journey that re-shaped their relationship.
The book is a true story. My father disappeared from my life when I was 11 years old and a decade later invited me to join him on a Ukrainian Side Car motorbike to travel 22 000km from Austria to South Africa. Our plan was to celebrate the new millennium in Cape Town. The journey had the potential to heal a fractured and unfulfilled paternal relationship. We endured significant hardships, life threatening situations and separations, and along the way were humbled by the kindness and generosity of strangers across three continents. Our relationship was tested, but we failed to heal our wounds. In the end, that was the only way that it could have been for either of us. Redemption and forgiveness had to be offered to ourselves. It took me fifteen years to finally complete the story, and a day after I was due to send the story to my father, he died.
