Neither Heads Nor Tails
This is the second Bill Bryson book that I read. The first about his travels in Britain and this a tale of him retracing a European vacation he took as a youth. Not much of interest here. All most every hotel Bryson chooses to stay in are dumps or modern dumps. He has no luck in picking restaurants either. He seems to whinge about most places and only really seems to enjoy Italy and there he was robbed by a street urchin who picked his pocket of all his traveller's checks. Being unable to speak with anyone as apparently he is a monoglot, he becomes bored with his own company and by the time he gets to Turkey he has had enough and the book abruptly ends.
