I read this while in Borneo, partly because I like Ayris's writing and partly to 'get me in the mood' for the trip. As the book confirms, Borneo doesn’t need any help. It's a lovely book from a man who still retains that childlike sense of wonder. That probably makes him as rare as some of the species to be found in this part of the world and for similar reasons. Growth isn’t always a good thing.
It's a travelogue of sorts, documenting a trip to the Malaysian side of Borneo in the hands of his guide and driver, the Buddha's of the title, but Buddha's content, as all Buddha's are, to leave the real work of enlightenment to the traveller and the experience.
There's a very moving part about the world war 2 death marches which I read after a 'hard' shift in the humid sunshine. Never have I felt such a winey wimp.
But with Stuart Ayris it's as much about the writing as anything else, the flights of lyricism, gentle humour, bewilderment and joy… and he likes a drink. What's not to like.