At last. A travel writer from up-over who's actually bothered to dig that little bit deeper down-under, thus almost avoiding the usual weather-beaten cliches about beaches, barbies and beer monsters. (He's also managed to put art, aboriginals and Adelaide back on the map - without patronising its natives, first generation or otherwise. No mean feat that.)
Indeed, while cultural cringe is still very much alive and cowering in Oz, at least one enlightened soul has seen fit to withhold judgement until he's done his research. And even then, he still shows a generosity of spirt and warmth of word that more curmudgeonly minded authors would do well to follow.
Oh, and any reader who complains that the book goes off-track and takes the less-than-scenic route round Australia upon occasion, should perhaps stick to reading travel brochures in future.