The Sahara Adventure
In 1974, I was peacefully enjoying the carefree life of an urban hippy transplanted to the sleepy Mediterranean island of Ibiza and had no more desire to go traipsing across the Sahara Desert than I did to take holy orders. That was before fate rolled her dice, giggled and sent me off on another crazy adventure. Bad tempered camels, bullets, bombs, sandstorms and loped off heads were soon the least of my worries. How was I to know an innocent romp would lead to being chased by sword wielding lunatics, crossing the world’s largest desert with a band Tuareg revolutionaries and somewhere along the way becoming a man?