On Monday, March 1, Steve Chetcuti will start to row across the Atlantic. He talks to
Adriana Bishop about the physical and mental preparation for such a gruelling journey which he will undertake in memory of his brother Michael and to raise funds for Hospice Malta.
It’s crazy. There, I’ve said it. And now that we’ve all agreed it is crazy, we can move on and focus on what really matters. For this is no hair-brained midlife crisis. This is a journey like no other.
A journey borne out of the deep pain of loss, a journey that will test the extreme limits of human resilience, of physical endurance, mental strength and courage. Which is not to say that this is a heroic venture, because Steve would be the first to hold his hand up and declare “I am no hero”.