Katrina Blowers

Purchased at Brisbane Airport 24/8 to use up the last of my Australian currency. Started somewhere over the Pacific between Brisbane and Los Angeles, finished this morning at O'Hare in Chicago.

I loved this book, I really did. Not only do we have travelling in common, but I can understand the author's feeling of unsettledness. As she learned, we're not alone either. Our generation is facing new challenges unknown to our parents. Or they occur in new forms.

I like what they learned about different countries, customs (not ordering meat by weight in France) and about themselves. Travel does teach you more than can be imagined.

Carne di cavallo... "It can't be true. I drop the tray in horror and take a few steps back, covering my mouth. It's, it's... Phar Lap." I laughed out loud at that, not only because we do end up eating a _lot_ of weird stuff while traveling, but I remember horse mania from my last Australian trip.

I know what 'over travelling' does to you and can sympathize with Katrina when all she wants is a lie in but there is no time. That's part of what made Prague different to other trips where if I wanted a do nothing day, my schedule was mainly flexible enough to allow it.

One thing that irked me, her going on about obesity in America and being shocked at the junk food in the supermarkets. Coles/Woolies/Safeway are no better and on a whole, many issues face Australians as well but so many travel writers notice only the fat American.

And yes, fuck is an adjective :)

I think this book reminds me a lot of "Ticket to Ride" in that the person doesn't realise how much they still have to learn. And then we as readers learn with them.… (mehr)