This is such a goofy (is that the right word) travelogue about an early 1980s foray into the heart of Borneo.

Borneo is serious business: snakes, leeches, more insects than I’d ever care to see. And yet the writing style of this book treats the journey as a somewhat irreverent romp. I wish there were more pictures. However, it was apparently hell to photograph due to all the humidity.

I’d recommend it if you like Bill Bryson type books.