I my early 20s found this book in the Lexington Public library in the late 1980s while on my lunch half-hours. I was hooked from the first chapter, and every lunch hour, I went back (didn't have a library card & couldn't get one for that library) and finished it. I was shocked to read that Barbara had died soon after finishing the book, and *cried*, while sitting in the library.
I bought my own copy. I reread her book to keep me inspired, and I ended up bringing it with me when I finally made it South Korea in the early 1990s. When I left 18 months later, I left it with a friend of mine but never replaced it.
Thanks to Barbara and her narrative about her adventures, I ended up in Korea, traveling to Japan, India, Nepal, Thailand--all solo, but not on a bicycle.
I still feel like Barbara was a friend I never had a chance to meet (like an internet friend) and I can still feel the tears breaking out, so many years after finding out about her death.
I hope Larry is doing well (I heard he'd remarried and life went on) and that hopefully (sometime!) someone will do a retracing of Barbara's and Larry's adventure.
Thank you Barbara.
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