To travel in search of some transcendent spiritual otherness is at best bogus. To travel in search of the various expressions of human oneness is by contrast one of life's more noble callings.
This novel is as funny as the author's Gerald Samper trilogy (especially, especially
Cooking With Fernet Branca) but more gentle, a little less knockabout (though not without its ribald passages, you'll be reassured to read).
Hailing from "new age" Totnes I well recognise the hippy types travelling in search of enlightenment that are portrayed here. And as a traveller I recognise the Eastern types only too willing to, ahem, enlighten them (of their purses, ha ha).
Ultimately the book shows how apologists of tourism are too naive. Tourists are as likely to prop up their destination's hegemony. That is not to argue against travel, but it is to argue against doing so with a fantasist mindset born of
Orientalism.