It may be seen as perverse that someone who believes himself to be one of the world’s worse travellers should feel compelled to write a book on travel.
The task has been undertaken in the knowledge that there are likely to be countless others who share my reluctance to see “The Lonely Planet.”
For them , and the bolder spirits with the opposite attitude, entertainment may be derived from the candid confessions of a neurotic who is aware that the world will laugh at one who considers a walk to the local crossroads , a day out.
Friends , with deliberate irony and a superficial knowledge of the Classics , refer to me as “Homer”, knowing of this aversion to Odysseys.
This amusing tale follows this “Reluctant Traveller” on a recent West Coast, Canadian and U.S. road trip.