Status Updates From De la Russie au Tibet

The true intellectual is equal to such questions. Having never so much as glanced at a factory in his life, he commits himself to the Intourist Travel Agency, spends three weeks gaping at belt-conveyors invented in Detroit, and returns to proclaim the dawn of human happiness. Meanwhile his opposite, the die-hard, sits at home brooding madly over bugs in the butter.

The Russian part was more descriptive, and a tad boring. The Tibet part, just begun, is a proper travel story, even if currently miserable.

Nearly a quarter into it and it is a book about Bolshevism rather than a travel recount. Interesting, but not what I expected