'Armchair explorers rejoice! Richard Grant has gone where we dare not and brought back the new in all its rich, harrowing and lucid detail' T. C. Boyle

No one travels like Richard Grant and, really, no one should. Having narrowly escaped death at the hands of Mexican drug barons in the Sierra Madre, he now plunges with trademark recklessness into Africa, in an exhilarating and gripping descent through a previously unexplored river, the Malagarasi.
Waylaid by thieves and whores, Grant travels by raft, dodging bullets and crocodiles, hacking through swamps and succumbing to fever, before finally emerging, bloodied but not broken at his journey's end.

'A first-class travel writer . . . possessed of ample reserves of both masochism and self-pity' John Preston, Spectator

'The footsteps of Richard Burton and John Hanning Speke are now over-trodden by the footfall of the intrepid Richard Grant . . . a clone of Allan Quatermain spliced with Bear Grylls . . . A high-energy book' Iain Finlayson, The Times