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I suppose it was really all my dad's fault. He was a great walker and on one Sunday afternoon somewhere in the sugarcane fields around Unhlanga Rocks, Dad, my brother Neville and I came up with the idea of walking from Durban to Lourenco Marques (now Moputo) in Mocambique, a distance of 375 miles. I was 12 at the time and we completed the distance in two weeks, sleeping on the side of the road, in old railway goods trucks, under hedges, wherever the darkness found us.

The wanderlust in my life probably started then and now I think it has infected my kids.