"Armchair escapism that you'll gobble up in one sitting." - The Independent

"The race." She said. "India. Were you serious...?"

About racing a tuk-tuk one thousand kilometres through India with a woman I'd just met?

No, I wasn't serious.

"There's a fifty percent chance we'll die. And the flight's in two days. But if you want to, okay..."

It was not a reasonable offer. But then she wasn't a reasonable woman. She was certainly unreasonably attractive. I tried not to let that sway me, which was like a hammock deciding a tornado wouldn't sway it. And driving terrified me; I hadn't done it in a decade. But if I could drive in India, I could drive anywhere. If I drive a tuk-tuk, I could drive anything. And if I said yes, I'd get to spend ten days with her. Would that be enough time to find out who she was, what she wanted, and then convince her to abandon that and want me instead?

There was only one way to find out...

The books in the Weird Travel series can be read in any order.