TOZAN: A Japanese Mountain Odyssey became an unexpected decade-long odyssey for my fingers across the dust and skinflake-strewn wastelands of many a computer keyboard. Those original tatty mountain journal entries endured a prolonged digital gestation deep in the fragmented, overladen wombs fused to at least three generations of motherboards, none bar one of which lived to experience the final pangs of labour that heralded the long-awaited, triumphant birth of a hefty, exuberant 500 page tome.
And now, as I sit back, rum in hand and bask in the glow of authorhood, all the while contemplating the arthritic consequenses wrought upon my knuckles rather than my knees, may I encourage those of you with a bent for adventure, or a curiosity for the backroads of Japan, to welcome my Hundred Mountain memoir into the dusty recesses of your bookshelves. It’s a feisty one, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You can hunt it down at:
Also, you can read some reviews here:
Willie Walks 