Liz travels to India because she wants to find herself. Dave travels to India because he wants to get Liz in bed.

Liz loves India, hugs the beggars, and is well on her way to finding her tantric center. Dave, however, realizes that he hates Liz, and has bad karma toward his fellow travelers: Jeremy, whose spiritual journey is aided by checks from Dad; Jonah, who hasn't worn shoes in a decade; and Fee and Caz, fresh from leper-washing in Udaipur. . . .

With refreshing honesty and a healthy dose of cynicism, William Sutcliffe offers a transatlantic, nineties version of On the Road that intrepid travelers and confirmed stay-at-homes will enjoy in equal measure.

"Very, very funny."--The Times (London)

"A laugh-out-loud novel."--Marie Claire

"Hilarious . . . Sure to be a favorite with young world-travelers on the road in search of their identity."--Publishers Weekly

"Raucous, irreverent, and dead-on funny."--Kirkus Reviews