Four New Zealanders spend two years driving around the world in the late sixties in a Ford Falcon. Given that they visited over 50 countries, some of them get relatively short shrift (Denmark is dismissed in a single sentence - it's too filled with dairy farms to be interesting to the four Kiwis, who have seen plenty of dairy farms at home - though having been to Copenhagen myself, I think they missed something special there).

The attitudes can be old-fashioned and even rude (if people don't want to be photographed don't keep doing it, you obnoxious git!), and I'm not particularly certain I'd like to travel with the author, as he can - and he admits this himself - be difficult and hot-tempered. But as a travel book, it succeeds in making me want to follow in their footsteps and go for a driving/camping tour of my own - though maybe not on the South American mountain roads! I'm sure they've improved in the decades since this book has been published, but I'm not good with heights at the best of times and some of the descriptions here made my stomach drop.