I thought this would be more of a travelogue- I must have read the blurb wrong. It was more of a self realisation narrative, which is not usually my thing, but I made it to the end. Thought-provoking, I quite liked it.
‘I’ve never been sure where holidays end and true travel begins. Perhaps…it has something to do with the inherent difference between a rucksack and a suitcase.’ p10
This was what I really liked about the book. The travels through South East Asia. A proper adventure. However this was based on the authors television documentary of her travels and for me it was far more visual/ watchable than something to read about. I found the book a bit laborious and ended up skim reading the best bits!