I Hate Traveling: A Travelogue

A misanthrope goes on vacation to Slovenia. With a beer in hand, he traverses its mountainous terrain, visiting castles and climbing mountains, admiring the beautiful scenery; while at the same time mercilessly condemning the stupidity and inconvenience he finds along the way, relentlessly spewing his truthful bile everywhere he goes like there's no tomorrow.

This spiteful yet humorous little anti-travelogue is no Colossus of Maroussi by Miller-which bored the author to tears-but more of a Shakespeare Never Did This by Bukowski . . . minus, of course, the being an admired genius part.

Includes moody black-and-white photos from the trip.