This patchy collection really doesn't do it for me; some of the stories, trailed as being 'hilarious' etc. are not particularly interesting stories by people who don't appear to have actually travelled much. For example, one story revolves around the writer ordering a meal in an Italian restaurant and being shocked and appalled when served octopus. Some of the stories also smack of a Western-world superiority complex, where shouting at people is the only answer to travel frustrations. The worst thing, however, is that Jan Morris is referred to as 'she'. I mean, how slack must the editorial team be? I expected better from Lonely Planet.