I heard Rick Steves speak about this book on a podcast, and I thought it sounded fascinating - rather than being a memoir of someone looking back on a backpacking trip they took as a twentysomething, it's a slightly revised version of his contemporaneous travel journal, along with all of the film photos he could take along the way.
As someone who has never wanted to take an overland trek from Turkey to India, for a variety of reasons, it was really interesting to read about someone's experience doing that at a time when it was both more possible (Iran was still open to Americans) and less (Eastern Europe was so much less navigable for anyone Western). It made me think a lot about what I hope to get from traveling as a 45 year old white woman, which is quite the accomplishment for a book written by someone who is like the best version of a young white Boomer man. A lovely read and peek into the past.
Grade: A
No comments:
Post a Comment