All the travel's books that I have read lately are written by middle age men very pleased to meet themselves. This is not an exception. The guy arrives to Australia, rent a car and drives for miles and miles. He arrives to some place in the middle of nowhere and complains because he can't find a pub where he can order a steak and some beer. Sometimes he finds the pub. In the meantime, he writes about data and some stories about the place. That's why the book gets two stars. The story about cricket really made me laugh.