There’s a lot of value in Kieran’s (perhaps not so original) ideas about ‘slow travel’ but he takes quite a hard line, with little room for compromise. Yes, reading literature set in the location you’re visiting can make for a more meaningful trip but isn’t there also a place for a standard guidebook? Personally, I think there’s a place for both. If there’s something really outstanding in a place I visit, I do want to try to see it, even if it isn’t featured in whatever local literary narrative I’m reading. The alternative might be to never even know it’s even there: ignorance. And seeing outstanding things, I would argue, can be good for you - can inspire and teach. Perhaps Kieran needs to take a lead from Buddha, to whom he occasionally refers, and open his eyes to the case that there may be a Middle Way. He also goes into far too much detail about what he’s read about the cities he’s visited, to convey how much the literature has enriched his visits. I take his point, though, and it’s a good one.
Kieran does come across as wise when he surmises about the nature of time, though again, there’s little that’s original here. He suggests that doing something difficult instead of easy, for example a backpacking trip across Europe by train instead of a quick flight and a stay at an all-inclusive luxury resort, can force you to think consciously about what you’re doing, because you have to. Having to live in the moment in this way, rather than cruise on unconscious autopilot, has the effect, he argues, of slowing down time. This method of travel, then, and by extension this way of living, lengthens your life - not in measurable terms but in a way that is real nonetheless.
The chapter describing his trip to Mull to see eagles is the standout, exhilarating, beautiful and inspiring, from drinking beers on the train up to Glasgow with his mate to spotting two white tailed sea eagles on the wing. It’s a very good showcase of what can happen when you persevere and, against the odds, it all comes together to create an unforgettable, unrepeatable experience.
On a more mundane level, the writing is a little clumsy. I found myself having to reread sentences a few times to make sure I was understanding what was being said. There’s also an overuse of the word ‘literally’, which starts to bug. This is a verbal tick in modern British speech, which is becoming pretty irritating, but you wouldn’t expect to see it in a book. A good editor could have fixed these problems.