Beryl Smeeton made astonishing journeys as a young woman in the 1930s. Alone, she explored India, Iran, Southern Russia, Japan, Hong Kong, China and Burma.
Of course, I'm biased because I find Beryl fascinating.
This was a very quick read. Her prose is spare, quick and the point. Her observations display a wry humor, a genuine interest in people and customs, and an infectious love of travel.
Granted, I always hope for more details, but considering what I do know of Beryl should be glad she sat still long enough to even write this.