Raised on state prisons grounds, Ernest Brawley followed in his father's footsteps. Yet, he hated San Quentin so much that one day in 1962, he walked off the job, stuck out his thumb and, feeling like an escaped prisoner, hitchhiked six thousand penniless miles to Buenos Aires. Then from Paris to Singapore. From one end of Japan to the other. All the way across the Soviet Union and the United States. His odyssey lasted for years. Now his memories of fiery youthful romance in exotic locales far surpass his more conventional recollections of adventure, discovery, intrigue, and danger.