Highlights of the Road

A book about a motorcycle journey around the world 40 years ago.

The self-published book " Highlights of the Road" is available from the authors.
The cost is $60 plus $8 for postage and handling.
The book contains 200 000 words and 32 colour pages of photographs of the journey is printed on art paper and measures 21 by 24 cm
We accept cheques or money order and as soon we receive this we send the book off the same day.
Please enclose your postal address.

Charis and George Schwarz
149 Riley Street
East Sydney 2010
NSW
Phone 02 9361 6452

e mail gschwarz@iprimus.com.au

Over the counter cash purchases can be made in Sydney at Procycles Hornsby and Tom Byrne St Peters.

Credit card facilities only available through Stills Gallery, 36 Gosbell Street Paddington NSW 2021, where larger format exhibition photographs are also on sale. For details Phone 02 93616452 Wed. to Sat. from 12md. to 6pm.

The profits go to establish a Motorcycle Accident Rehabilitation Initiative at St.Vincent's Public Hospital, setting up a funding model which could well be established elsewhere.
Please spread the word!

CHRIST OF THE ANDES
We look at the fainting Charis and wonder why we didn¹t think of adjusting
the fuel mixture before making the final ascent. Not only the carburettors,
but both our brains must have been suffering from oxygen deprivation. At an
elevation of 4200 metres, for us this truly was the highest point of the road.

FELLOW TRAVELLERS
The road was a ribbon of life from morning till evening and we had to go
with the flow. The meandering holy cows were the greatest slow down.
Elephants were easy to negotiate and so were the adult humans. Children were
less predictable especially when motivated, along with their companion
monkeys, by mischief and fun.

NEWLYWEDS
Everyone went home again for another cuppa. We were rearing to set off. Together we threw off our wedding finery and dressed in our matching "going away" outfits bought new from the second hand shop. George loaded the
saddlebags with erotically sustaining provisions. We shot off along the coastline through the evening.

PYRAMIDS
The pyramids were calling. Driving out towards Giza, we passed large homes and lush gardens, clustered mud brick dwellings and several unattended gates to be confronted by the wonders. All was etched upon my mind in the blinding
sunlight; it was as if I'd been there before and so I had been

RAINY DAY
From that point on the road became a shared way. Here we felt both accepted and initiated into the community of the road. Our big machine, way out of the norm, was just another version of the load-bearing mule. We were just another household on the move with settlement unseen.