"I thought, maybe, this wasn't going to be great for my health. But what am I? A doctor?"
Sex, drugs, and unbridled stupidity? We've got it all, baby!
From negotiations with gun-wielding drug-dealers to near-death experiences throughout the Third World—jail, brain injuries, schizophrenia, lost teeth, robberies, booze, and more sex than one could deem necessary—these are the unfiltered, unbelievably true adventures of one lone idiot, as he travels the world by the very definition of the word "poorly."
Will there be nudity? You bet. Good decisions? Not one. Stories you wish you'd never heard? Oh, you better believe your sweet baby Jesus. All he asks of you is to leave your conscience at the door and jump into the passenger seat. It's going to be a wild f**king ride. Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself along the way…
And that'll say more for you than what it did for him.
An old lady at the bank asked me to check her balance. So I pushed her over.
Always start with a joke...
My name is Bing Fraser, and I have a travelling problem. An addiction of sorts that has spawned the literary disgrace known as "Unprotected Treks: The Politically Incorrect Blueprint for World Travel."
This book covers my worldly misadventures, which have seen me arrested, held at gunpoint, lose my teeth, suffer a schizophrenic episode, crack my skull open (with the ensuing concussion lasting the better half of two years), get robbed more times than one could fathom, and greet death so many times, the Reaper is on my Christmas card list.
"Unprotected Treks" is the first of what will be a series of 107 books. So, strap yourselves in and come for a wander around the world. It promises to be one helluva party... regardless of the consequences.
I should probably confess up front that I received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.
According to Bing, he offered me this opportunity because I’d read Tucker Max’s books and rated them highly. Fair enough. There are definitely similarities in tone and themes. Of the two, I think I prefer Max. He’s just--let’s face it--a better writer. But that doesn't mean you should pass on Unprotected Treks. There's plenty of room for multiple writers of these sorts of books. Besides, last I knew, Tucker Max had run out of anecdotes to relate, so it's good that Bing Fraser has stepped up to fill the void.
These are stories from Fraser’s life, pretty much all of them involving sex and/or drugs and/or drinking and almost invariably poor life decisions on his part. Probably you should not try these at home. Certainly I’m pretty sure that *I* shouldn't. I’m sure it helps that Fraser is younger by a good thirty years or so, but even in my twenties some of this stuff might have killed me.
What saves this all from being tiresome is Fraser’s sense of humor. He’s well aware of how stupidly risky some of his behavior has been. He recognizes a great story even if it makes him look bad. He’d probably be the first to admit that he's a poor role model, but he's definitely fun to read about. At the end of the book, he teases the possibility of further anecdotes. Yeah, I’m definitely up for that.
In the end, I found this book to be highly enjoyable. Fans of Tucker Max, in particular, are urged to check it out. Whether you find Fraser’s adventures laudable or deplorable, you will very likely find them as entertaining as I did.
What I found to be the most interesting & insightful parts of the book were the pseudosophical 'precludes' to each chapter. Seems that our common core morals align like stars in our respective eyes after smashing ones head on the pavement. The repulsion for travel tattoos- any tattoos, really; the belief that Canada, Ireland, and NZ are the bowel movements of the US, England, and Australia; and of course, the superiority complex I feel when encountering someone who partakes in: cruises, resorts, vacations to no less than three European countries in a one week span. These 'stamp collectors' are the most offensive of all, the ones who have a layover in a country and check it off the bucket list. I'm actually sweating thinking of this. Like Bing I too have a propensity for partaking in 'winter sports' in chapters 19-28 of my life. This mutually results in panic attacks so bad I've called an ambulance in Tokyo- though they at least had the respect to shroud my body and pretend I was dead whilst wheeling me out of the hotel and into the wagon. I've been robbed several times and have learned to turn the Chanel clasp of my bags inward so as not to show off to the impoverished locals south of the equator. What I'm trying to say is that I'm obsessed with my own travel stories and wish I could write half as well as Bing. Despite the ironclad demeanor he affronts in his synopsis, Bing maintains a steady balance between 'asshole', 'self-aware', and 'honest'. Humor is all in the timing and audience- not so much the content, so if one dives into the book prepared for the neatly wrapped up in 265mm- sorry, 265 pages, then you'll be pleasantly surprised to discover a conversion to over 10 inches- HOURS- of excitement.
I won't apologize. I loved this book. It was rude, crude, crass, decadent, outrageous, misogynistic, vulgar. And one of the funniest books I've read in ages! Much of what happened to this hapless fellow was actually quite familiar. Minus the "brain damage", I've been through some of the same ordeals, backpacking four continents over the past two decades. Frankly, it was not just WHAT happened, so much as it was the WRITING, that made this one of the great literary achievements of the 21st Century. The writing is so deliciously twisted and in-your-face funny, I was laughing so hard I had to be put on a ventilator! Okay . . . that was a bit of an exaggeration. But whatever you do, DO NOT BE DRINKING OR EATING ANYTHING while you're reading this book. Unless you want your room splattered with coffee and chunks of your ham sandwich.
Author Bing is Australian. I nominate him for a medal, Most Noble Order of the Garter. This literary superhero has single-handedly rescued the human race from the moribund swamp of political correctness and WOKENESS, which sees laughter and debauchery as bad things. What's that all about?
An admittedly lightly woven together tale of travel and perversion, “Unprotected Treks” as a title has so many innuendos to unpack. Depraved and debauched, this book is bound to offend someone, but honestly not me. Uncomfortable, yes, but not for the reasons you think… I grimaced at the tales of concussed degeneracy, but laughed (and slyly smirked) at a majority of the book. Not written as a continuous stream, this book is easy to pick up and put down and you never fear forgetting critical information. Written as if just for friends to read you can’t help but want Bing to stop by your town for a night of fun, but that’s it because if he stayed longer you would not be able to keep up. Not for the faint of heart- give the book a read if you’re looking for something irreverent and witty, or just want to live that frat star Aussie life vicariously through someone who seemingly has no morals. In the words of Bing, “Ily mwah xoxo”
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Full disclosure: Author gave me a copy in exchange for a review. That being said, I'm pleased to say I enjoyed this book.
This book would fall under the genre labeled "Fratire." If you have ever read and enjoyed anything from Tucker Max, this is in the same vein and you would probably like this book as well. Essentially, it's a party boy's memoirs and drunken escapades, although that would be putting it mildly.
Overall this was a quick, lighthearted read. I laughed early and often. Be warned, it is crass and completely immature (and I think Bing would be proud to admit that). It was quite a departure from my usual genre but I realized I needed the levity in my life, especially after the year we all had. It was fun living vicariously through his stories. If you can handle the debauchery, give it a try and maybe it will do you some good too.
You know when your friends go on vacation and post a million cringe worthy pictures on Facebook than insist on telling you all about their “life changing” adventures that you’ll also have to suffer through while reading their pretentious Christmas card?
Well this book is definitely not that. This book has a bewildering collection of Van Wilder-esk travel adventures we actually want to hear about!! You know, the stories that only get told when the drunken truth gets out? The stories we wish we were there for in person but know we don’t have the alcohol tolerance to participate? Those marvellous stories.
I'm terrible at reviews but I know what I like. I like fucked up, sinful and explicit stories. You know, shocking tales... ones that you wish you were either apart of or there to witness. This travel journal of sin was something like a train full of whores slamming into a sewage treatment facility. And I mean that in the best possible sense. Some parts made me nauseous but I couldn't stop reading. Some parts had me enviously cheering the author on. No matter which way you flipped it, I loved it.
God, I wish I did more with my life.
Thank you for bringing us along for your adventures, Bing!
I think I actually contracted AIDS reading this book. I'm trying my hardest to, but I don't think the English language has evolved to the point where I can accurately describe what a disgraceful piece of literature this work is. Bing has taken a giant, flaming turd on a page—well, 268 pages—and is expecting audiences to part ways with their hard-earned cash for what is essentially a turkey slap across the face.
Yet somehow, as the person who wrote it, I can't help but rate it 5 stars out of 5. Highly recommend.
I was promised hilarious travels and debauchery, full delivery. This book was easy to read because I was laughing all the way through. I even found myself so far into the stories that I was talking to Bing like one might at a movie: "No, no Bing, don't do it!" "Oh no, he didn't!" "Go the other way, Bing!". So many great travel stories, interesting people, and funny (words cannot fly describe the funny factor here....) encounters. I certainly hope Bing writes more books for me to laugh along with. Thanks for this quick, hilarious, great read!
Have you ever wondered why people do stupid shit? Not one or two times, but as a lifestyle? No matter how often they hit that brick wall, they back up, aim, and ram full speed again. This book is the inside scoop to moronic behavior. With that being said, I fully appreciated this book and respect the author’s humor and gumption for putting his life out there for our entertainment. I giggled a lot, cringed more times than I can count, and walked away with an inner look at hostels I never needed. If you’re looking for a book to get out of your box a little, this it it.
Not your typical travel journal! Unprotected Treks is definitely worth a read if you are not easily offended and are keen for a good laugh! This short light-hearted read will take you around the world following Bing's failed attempts at having a good time, scoring and overall trying to function as a regular human being. I have to admit though that at times I couldn’t help but feel sorry for poor ol’ Bing making so many wrong decisions but hey he did survive after all, so good on ya Bing and thanks for sharing!
This book was alot of fun to read. I wished it was longer or hopefully has a follow up. The misadventures are so relatable its scary, so easy to picture myself in the predicaments. Good times.