By the Seat of My Pants: Humorous Tales of Travel and Misadventure
Lonely Planet
Language: English
Pages: 163
ISBN: 2:00287258
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Lonely Planet: The world's leading travel guide publisher. Humorous tales of travel and misadventure, Lonely Planet knows that some of life's funniest experiences happen on the road. Whether they take the form of unexpected detours, unintended adventures, unidentifiable dinners or unforgettable encounters, they can give birth to our most found travel lessons, and our most memorable - and hilarious - travel stories.
These 31 globe-girdling tales that run the gamut from close-encounter safaris to loss-of-face follies, hair-raising rides to culture-leaping brides, eccentric expats to mind-boggling repasts, wrong roads taken to agreements mistaken. The collection brings together some of the world's most renowned travellers and storytellers with previously unpublished writers.
Includes stories by Wickam Boyle, Tim Cahill, Joshua Clark, Sean Condon, Chistopher R.Cox, David Downie, Holly Erikson, Bill Fink, Don George, Karl Taro Greenfeld, Jeff Grenwald, Pico Iyer, Amanda Jones, Kathie Kertesz, Doug Lansky, Alexander Ludwick, Linda Watanabe McFerrin, Jan Morris, Brooke Neill, Rolf Potts, Laura Resau, Michelle Richmond, Alana Semuels, Deborah Steg, Judy Tierney, Edwin Tucker, Jeff Vize, Danny Wallace, Kelly Watton, Simon Wichester, Michelle Witton
About Lonely Planet: Started in 1973, Lonely Planet has become the world's leading travel guide publisher with guidebooks to every destination on the planet, as well as an award-winning website, a suite of mobile and digital travel products, and a dedicated traveller community. Lonely Planet's mission is to enable curious travellers to experience the world and to truly get to the heart of the places where they travel.
a small shop and turned to find the exit blocked by twenty curious Bangladeshis. Another day, I was ambushed by a group of a dozen children who led me by the hand to – voilà! – another foreigner whom their friends had found some two blocks away. He was the only other foreign visitor I saw in five days. All of this attention was charming at first, but I soon began to think twice about even leaving my hotel. So I developed some coping strategies. First, never – and I mean never – stop in the
largely devoid of life; even oxygen is scarce. The sun blazes as if I have climbed closer to it than my present four kilometres above sea level. Below me, a grey ribbon of gravel, the unpaved road, lies across the yawning desert plains of southwest Tibet. Even without the effects of altitude, the scenery around me is breathtaking. The richly coloured ochre and graphite outcrops of the Himalayas shore up a navy-blue sky as if a deep sea has been turned into the heavens. Spring is usually
by the standards of this South American ski resort, the capital of Tierra del Fuego and the southernmost town in the world. Perched on the southern tip of Argentina, Ushuaia borders the frigid Beagle Channel and is backed by the awesome Andes. In the depths of winter it is a haven for serious ski bunnies from around the globe. By day, the steep mountains behind the town are dotted with veteran skiers; by night, the discos along San Martin serve overpriced alcoholic drinks to a young, disorderly
Elizabetta and tending to necessary chores such as mending my dog-eared guidebook and spending quality time with a washing machine. Now I added finding a new watchband to the list. I’d grown fond of my maroon leather watchband and assumed it wouldn’t be too difficult to find one similar in Lucca, as its narrow cobbled streets were lined with leather-goods stores. But after a few days, I’d seen more handbags than I could have ever believed existed – and nothing resembling a watchband. In the heat
that the tale is, as they were once wont to say in Rome, infra dig, since it concerns such mundanities as the location of hotel rooms, the design of baths and the taps with which they are customarily equipped, the latest reported methods of making gin martinis and the rituals of American wedding nights. The fact that this confection, of what are to most readers really rather interesting items of ordinariness, was assembled for the making of the story in what was at the time one of the world’s