Bill Bryson's first travel book, The Lost Continent, was unanimously acclaimed as one of the funniest books in years. In Neither here Nor there he brings his unique brand of humour to bear on Europe as he shoulders his backpack, keeps a tight hold on his wallet, and journeys from Hamemrfest, the northernmost town on the continent, to istanbul on the cusp of Asia. Fluent in, oh, at least one language, he retraces his travels as a student twenty years before. Whether braving the homicidal motorists of Paris, being robbed by gypsies in Florence, attempting not to order tripe and eyeballs in a German restaurant, window-shopping in the sex shops of the Reeperbahn or disputing his hotel bill in Copenhagen, Bryson takes in the sights, dissects the culture and illuminates each place and person with his hilariously caustic observations. He even goes to Liechtenstein.We travelled through a landscape of low hills, red barns, small towns with mustard-coloured town halls, impenetrable pine ... I shared a compartment with a tanned young man, blond as only a Swede can be, in wire-rimmed glasses and a pony tail, ... a scimitar and threatened to send the Swede home with his goolies in a sandwich bag if he didna#39;t clear off instantly. .... closed, looking in the windows of stores selling wheelbarrows and plastic garden furniture at prices no one can afford.
|Title||:||Neither Here, Nor There|
|Publisher||:||Random House - 2010-03-02|