Feb 08, 12
Read in February, 2012
This memoir is only partly about travel, and I enjoyed reading about Elisabeth Eaves's experience as a rather aimless backpacker. She ventured to all sorts of exotic places, like Egypt, Yemen, Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, New Zealand, and has interesting observations about what it's like to be a young woman in the Middle East (pre 9/11). The section that describes a harrowing sailing trip in the South Pacific was really engrossing. However, the author's prodigious romantic and sexual experiences got harder and harder to read about. I really felt sorry for the fiance / boyfriend she ditched twice, once in Seattle and once in New Zealand. I lost all sympathy for her when she described how totally awful it was to live in Paris, with her nice boyfriend, in a fancy apartment that was a perk of his U.S. State Department job. I remain unconvinced that a smelly beach flophouse with no refrigerator is more romantic than Paris.