More of an autobiographical spiritual novel of a wanderlust white dreamy backpacker male character chugging meeting with people and exchanging conversation, drugs and alcohol and stuff. You could say there's multitudes of white washing in some parts, add some superficial mystical exoticism that often adds nothing to the content and a rather 'realistic but redundant' dialogues with very minimal characterization and lack of subtle plot made the reading process almost borders on tolerable if not for the short length.

Its not a bad book if you wouldn't mind enjoying these kind of books. If you are a South East Asian, better skip this one. More a fantasy novel for the dreamy escapist tourist types.
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