long before the internet has dragged the entire world, kicking and screaming, into everyone’s lounge rooms, wendy and carol, desperate for some excitement, decide to find out exactly what lies beyond their four walls. two out-dated guide books accompany the fifty year olds as they backpack haphazardly around the continent of south america. cockroaches the size of rats, brothels masquerading as hostels and a mugging on ipanema beach are the least of their worries. relying more on a shared sense of humour than good judgement, they circle the country on buses driven by kamikaze drivers, cattle-ships full of randy bulls, trains with fictitious time tables, and increasingly sore feet. at the end, will life ever be the same again – and what is more important, would they want it to be?
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About the Author
A backpacker since my teens, I see no reason why, now I am retired, I should confine myself just to luxury cruises or five star hotels. They are enjoyable now and then, but there is nothing to compare with the friendship and variety of people you meet at a hostel, no matter where you travel.