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The Russian Far East, that most remote of regions on this Earth, is also home to the notorious Road of Bones. Few people have travelled there, and those who do usually travel in groups on well-prepared bikes. Lawrence Bransby, award-winning author and motorcycle adventurer, in his latest journey across Russia - the whole way this time - rode the Road of Bones twice, alone, on an old DR350 that had been stored in a shed in Kyrgyzstan for two years. Two Fingers on the Jugular is the story of this three-month, 20,000-kilometer journey.

Most people would regard it as irresponsible madness for a father to take his 17-year-old son, riding old and somewhat worn-out XT500 motorcycles, on a four-month ride across Africa. But Lawrence Bansby did. Lawrence and his son Gareth set off on their old but bulletproof XT500s with a handful of spare parts, very little money, and the three Michelin maps that cover Africa. The plan was to travel north from their home in Natal, South Africa, then west through Zaire, the Central African Republic, Nigeria, Niger, and, finally, across the Sahara through Algeria, but it was not to be.

Well, it wasn't a car--it was bikes, a KLE500 and a KTM990, and by the end of the trip the KLE was pretty much trashed. On their third epic trip together, Lawrence Bransby and his son Gareth head for the notorious Pamir Highway, the second highest "highway" in the world, tucked deep in the Pamir Mountains of Central Asia. For those in the know, this area has roads and tracks that can be defined as "motorcycle adventure travel at its best". And it didn't disappoint.

It took Lawrence Bransby and his son, Gareth, three journeys into Central Asia before they were able to ride the legendary Bartang Pass. But it's another pass that becomes the focus of this story - Matts Pass in southern Tajikistan - and a motorcycle gets abandoned deep in the Pamir Mountains after father and son push the limits of their bodies and bikes just one step too far. Never before - across Africa, into the Russian taiga, or in the Western Sahara - have they had to abandon a bike and walk out...

Stuck in deep sand, stuck in snow, bogged down in glutinous mud, crossing boulder-strewn dry riverbeds. There Are No Fat People in Morocco is the account of their trip - informative, amusing, and reflective, it will provide fascinating listening for the armchair traveler as well as those motorcycle adventurers planning their next trip! This is the third journey Lawrence and his son have done together: 15 years ago, they climbed on two old XT500s and crossed Africa together (Gareth was only 17 at the time).

In his ninth motorcycle journey, award-winning author Lawrence Bransby has chosen to travel through Vietnam. With the ever-present spectre of the war looking over his shoulder, Bransby travels throughout this fiercely independent country, meeting local people, riding sections of the Ho Chi Minh Trail close to the border with Cambodia, and spending time in a Vietnamese hospital after an accident–somehow inevitable after negotiating what are accepted as the second most dangerous roads in the world.

Aaah Russia, the most mysterious and exciting of places! It is this country, 18 million square kilometres in size and 11 percent of the entire world’s land mass, it cast its spell over me when I was growing up in South Africa, where Russians were the “Reds under every bed”, feared, and demonized.

There are four groups of cats in this story: a loving family; a vicious gang; a loosely-knit gathering who have made the sewer their home; pampered cat-pets lazing in a rich man's house. And it is the interactions between these cats that make up the tapestry of this book.

Five and a half decades of adventure travel, mostly on a bike, often alone. Tales from the Road is a compilation of the best of Bransby’s writing. If you are toying with the idea of embarking on an adventurous journey, preferably on a motorcycle, be warned: Your comfortable lifestyle will, in all probability, be disrupted by this book.

It is only when 17-year-old John Sanders actually meets the squatters who are putting up their makeshift shacks of plastic and wattle branches and stolen corrugated iron on an unused piece of waste land near the bottom of his parents’ house, that he is able to come to terms with his own loneliness, his bitterness toward his father, who left home.

When I was 12 years old, my father, brother and I walked 372 miles from Umhlanga Rocks, just north of Durban, South Africa, to Lourenco Marques in Mocambique. On the trip, my father kept a very brief diary, jotting down what we did on each day and revealing some of his thoughts and feelings along the way in a matter-of-fact style so typical of him. I made a copy of his diary when I was still a boy and have always treasured it because of what the trip meant to me. In this audiobook I want to share about how my father, through the adventures he took us on.

Get hold of an old banger for under £50; spend less that £5 on preparing it—and then drive it from the UK, across a section of the Western Sahara, to The Gambia in West Africa. Easy....

When I was 12, I walked from Durban to Lourenco Marques with my elder brother, Neville, and my father. It took us two weeks to complete the 372 miles, sleeping mostly on the side of the road, often walking from before dawn until after sundown.