|Posted on 26 December, 2015 at 9:10|
Why I decided to write a book.
I had always planned to write a book about my adventure from Wales to New Zealand, but only with a view of giving it to my sons so that one day they would read about what their old man got up to. It never crossed my mind that I could write a book and have it published. When it was first suggested I dismissed the idea as I didn’t think anyone would be interested in reading it. Yet during the journey, and even more so since; not only was I asked many times if I’m going to write a book, many people encouraged me to do so; saying I had a real story to tell.
The more I thought about it the more I too realised I had a story to tell, a story not just about adventure and excitement; and beautiful scenery and faraway places where one wrong turn can have devastating consequences, but of human kindness and generosity. One where being a stranger in a strange land was not a barrier.
My passion for everything I had experienced was obvious to all those I talked to, almost non-stop in most cases. And knowing I had to let people get a word in occasionally, I began to realise that writing a book would be an ideal way to tell people about the conflict, danger; adventure and above all the warmth of humanity I encountered along the way.