Nick Hunt's journey in the footsteps of Paddy Fermor makes me want to pack a bag and do it myself. The romanticism of this is undercut by his refusal to prepare for the journey in any meaningful way and his subsequent discovery that walking across a city doesn't generalize to walking across a continent. I admire his ability to power through it, but come on. Nobody wants to hear about feet in your heroic epic.
Great book, though.
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