Serendipity strikes in Bangkok, sending the author to a place she swore she’d never go to again – India. Along the bumpy road to conquering India’s challenges and finding her own spiritual path, she encounters erotic temples in Khajuraho, sacred rivers in Varanasi and beggar riots in Bodh Gaya. Then she jumps off a cliff in the majestic presence of the Himalayan Mountains.
After almost drowning in a tent in Australia, she just makes it to South America before both her luck and youth run out. Rickety buses on bumpy roads are the rites of passage to the long lost city of Machu Picchu, a silver mine that eats men, a vast salt desert, the deep Amazon rainforest and an exotic holiday romance.
Travelling in India, Nepal, Peru and Bolivia, the author goes on an extraordinary journey of rugged lands and quiet awakenings. So accept her invitation to: “Take my hand, jump on the rickety bus and join me for the bumpy ride.”
I don't know why I'm writing this review, I just feel I had too, although this read isn't full of death-defying treks across mountain passes or scorching desserts it's about a middle aged woman travelling around the world on her own which is a frightening thing to do in this day and age, speaking and travelling with strange people from all over the world with what seemed to be not a care for her safety,,, that's why I read and enjoyed the book,,, Thank you Michelle
A light and enjoyable travelogue covering the author's, at times seemingly innocent travel experiences in Asia and Latin America. Brought back happy memories for me from places where I too have been.