Plus she finds the time to get her experiences down on paper under various lighting conditions and to throw in some meditations on cultural differences while she's at it (she is not always charitable- doesn't think much of Sikhs- and sometimes she seems to idealize, but this just adds to the feeling that I as a reader am getting the honest uncensored truth about her impressions).
Ho-hum, Dervla is so nonchalant- nothing fazes her- I LOVE her.
Here's a typical way she describes one of the many intense events she experiences: "we crossed without difficulty, unless the agony of being two-thirds submerged in newly melted snow counts as a difficulty".
She goes on this crazy trip from Europe to India on a bicycle (leaving in the middle of winter), meets all sorts of sweet people (and a few jerks), lives on clover for days and nearly starves to death, gets sick and sunburnt multiple times, deals with nasty insects and bad sanitation and wild animals and human beaurocracies, climbs up and down mountains and drags her bike along (sometimes on her back) when the roads get bad, falls in and out of love with the cultures who take her in and the landscapes she passes by, and keeps the most upbeat attitude and sense of humor the entire time.
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