Unforgettable journeys, maybe, but forgettable writing. I walked away from this book with a reminder that Pico Iyer is one of the only travel writers I can stand. Repackaged stories collected by the magazine and peppered with how-to’s for the city the writer just waxed about, this book is a half-hearted effort. Most of the pieces were uninspiring, with a common theme of comparing the West to the spot they were in, and oh look American culture has crept into all corners of the globe. I enjoyed the piece on Florida’s Everglades, having never considered a vacation there as a way to get away from the civilized world. Very skippable and skim-able.