Zine queen Ayun Halliday confesses the best-and worst-of her globetrotting misadventures. "I laughed hard on nearly every page of this shockingly intimate memoir and deeply funny book." — Stephen Colbert
Ayun Halliday may not make for the most sensible travel companion, but she is certainly one of the zaniest, with a knack for inserting herself (and her unwitting cohorts) into bizarre situations around the globe. Curator of kitsch and unabashed aficionada of pop culture, Halliday offers bemused, self-deprecating narration of events from guerrilla theater in Romania to drug-induced Apocalypse Now reenactments in Vietnam to a perhaps more surreal collagen-implant demonstration at a Paris fashion show emceed by Lauren Bacall. On layover in Amsterdam, Halliday finds unlikely trouble in the red-light district — eliciting the ire of a tiny, violent madam, and is forced to explain tampons to soldiers in Kashmir — "they're for ladies. Bleeding ladies" — that, she admits, "might have looked like white cotton bullets lined up in their box."
A self-admittedly bumbling vacationer, Halliday shares — with razor-sharp wit and to hilarious effect — the travel stories most are too self-conscious to tell.
Includes line drawings, generously provided by the author.