I came across this book in a shop in India and bought it. I'm glad I did. It's very funny in places and much of the book is based on characters the author meets along the way. The humour is often a self-mocking type, and ranges from dry wit through to irony, and from merely letting situations and characters speak for themselves. And some of those characters range from the outrageous, to the downright weird. Anyone who has been to India will readily identify with them - particularly some of the western travellers he meets. The author provides a definite feel for India as he describes his experiences of train travel, cheap lodges, and most importantly, everyday encounters with ordinary people living in an extraordinary country. But the book is not a mere travelogue about where the author went and the sites seen - it is much more than that. Each chapter presents a self contained story. To some extent India is used as a backdrop for discussing some deeper issues: social commentary is nicely woven with pieces that never really lose their personal and human-interest appeal. The writing style is always easy. If you want in-depth accounts of what the Taj Mahal looks like at dusk, or how the Ganges appears at dawn, then you won't find it here. What you will find, however, is a writer who is not afraid to place his feelings on the line. It is a small book, but a definite page turner. And after I finished I was left with a feeling of wanting more.