Quicker Than Walking

<p>My previous two books <strong><em>Go Away</em></strong><em> </em>and <strong><em>Mostly Fun</em></strong> have described the pleasures and pitfalls of travelling solo travel with a partner and group travel. In my latest effort <strong><em>Quicker Than Walking</em></strong> I've added a fourth option - travels with imaginary friends. But these aren't just any old invented souls dragged from the dark recesses of my mind. I was accompanied in my head by some of the greats of literature. </p><p></p><p>I checked in for my flight to Bangkok with non-other than Henry Miller for a travelling companion. I took early morning walks once I'd found the beach in Hua Hin with Franz Kafka. And I had a massage with D.H. Lawrence himself. </p><p></p><p>Soon though my heroes left me to my own reality. In Bangkok I was happy enough in my own company. Then on to Hong Kong and mainland China where my nephew took on the role of translator and tour guide. Eventually I was back in the saddle exploring the delights of hilly Northern Thailand - an e-bike helped me here. Sweating the lowlands of the south - beer my only solace. </p><p></p>