I’ve always wanted to travel and I don’t mean two weeks in the sun where by the end of it you look like a lobster and have drunk like a fish. I’m talking about places where the vodka tastes like a dairy product, where the healthy food is delicious and where the night-life blends into the day after the next. One day you catch the end of a travel program. Tanned and beautiful, the presenter lists the merits of travelling to Vietnam and all you can think of is how you never got there. That was me at 30.
A trip to town to book a flight ended eleven countries and a return flight later.
Travelling south from Mongolia, down through China and Southeast Asia, continuing on to Australia, New Zealand, The States and finally arriving in London, ‘Stories you wouldn’t tell your mother’ tells the fast-paced tales of a backpacker let loose on the world. Avoiding nightclub brawls and Mongolian swingers, befriending local thugs and drugs, while making decisions for which your own mother would disown you, this book has been compiled for anyone with an interest in travel or fermented mare’s milk vodka.
Review
‘A new type of travel writing is born – travel literature for the blog-generation’
Manchán Magan – The Irish Times
About the author…
Last night’s wine glass, empty, save for the final dot of red wine, cds that have long lost their plastic homes, a recently boiled kettle, a couch that accommodates, a fat frog that makes you smile, guitars, DVDs, a rug that knows a broken hoover, mongolian slippers, art that came with the walls, too many keys, crooked candles and juggling balls can all be found about the author where he lives in Rathfarnham, Dublin.



