
64,000 Kilometres for Peace
Four years and three months on the road, across 5 continents, carrying one word. Between the crowded roads of India and a homecoming carried shoulder-high there is a Japan so orderly it felt like another planet, the furnace of Death Valley, a morning in a San Diego bicycle shop when the towers came down, a meeting at the United Nations, and a noon in Johannesburg that nearly ended it.
A book about borders: the ones drawn on maps, the ones defended in visa queues, and the ones people put up between one another. It is just as much about how reliably strangers took two exhausted cyclists in, fed them and sent them on.



