At an early stage of this book the author and his companion, Geoff, get lost. They are in Lincolnshire. It is a suitably comic start to a story that will see them getting lost many, many times - eventually, in the Gobi Desert. As a post-retirement adventure, they have committed themselves to driving a van from England to Mongolia and this delightful book is the story of the trip. It takes them through Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Siberia and Mongolia itself. But do not expect deep insights into the culture of these places. Instead, we get a gently self-mocking account of two Englishmen abroad, muddling through as best they can. Much of the joy of reading it comes from the contrasting characters of the two men. The author is eternally optimistic and somewhat shambolic. Geoff is warier and more practical. One thing they have in common is an awe-inspiring ability to keep themselves supplied with beer in the most inhospitable of environments. It is written with a skilfully light touch; we get to know the two friends gradually, as their journey becomes more fraught. And we feel all the dangers and discomforts with them: the potholed roads, awful hotels and corrupt officials are all vividly described. Anyone who has ever got lost in a strange country will enjoy this: highly recommended.