The Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux

“The travel book was a bore. A bore wrote it and bores read it. It annoyed me that a traveller hid his or her moments or desperation or fear or lust. Or the time he or she screamed at the taxi driver, or mocked the folk dancers. And what did they eat, what books did they read to kill time, and what were the toilets like? I had done enough traveling to know that half of travel was delay or nuisance – buses breaking down, hotel clerks being rude, market peddlers being rapacious. The truth of travel was interesting and off-key, and few people ever wrote about it.”