I am not sure I am capable of giving this book the review it deserves, but I shall give it a go.
In the unlikely case that you are not aware of the basis of this epic tale, let me start with a brief synopsis.
The late sixties were, I imagine, a fascinating time. Some people were attending festivals and consuming copious amounts of mind altering chemicals, some were planning to put the first man on the moon, some were globalising the world by inventing digital cameras, cash dispensers and the internet! A small handful of people, however, were about to prove something of equal importance, that man can take on mother nature in her most vile mood, and just about get away with it.
In the Summer of 1968, nine men set off in their boats in an attempt to be the first ever human being to sail around the world, nonstop. Well, one thought he was a cosmic being, but I’ll leave that for another book review.
This is not only the epic account of Robin Knox-Johnston’s journey around the globe and into the record books, but also the last time mankind ventured into the absolutely unknown.
In a sentence, you absolutely HAVE to read this book.