In 1987 Fred Abramowitz woke up and realized life was inexorably passing by. So the young lawyer did the dramatic thing: he left his job, flew to London, and bought an old Land Rover. He set off through Europe toward Morocco to traverse the Great Continent with little idea of what he was getting into. Short on cash, he imagined sleeping in tents and huts and eating from the local markets. Instead, what he encountered over the next year was a land of sand, mud, smoldering heat and humidity, and corrupt officials. But he also met a world of kindness, hope, and breathtaking beauty.
The journey of a lifetime took Abramowitz across the Sahara to the Niger River and the West African coast, through the middle of the continent along the Congo River and then to East Africa and the birthplace of humankind. What emerged from these travels is a work of literature at once both absorbing and enlightening.