A bedstand bonanza, the amount of travel Scott packs into this book, the hunting, fishing, foods, flights, girls, museums, hotels and exotica, adds up to one of the keenest travelogues in years. Perhaps a fifth of the book's wordage is given over to descriptions of meals: ducks, mallards and teals he and his wife shot in India, in Scandinavia, salmon he landed, blue trout, Hong Kong restaurants, Botin's roast suckling pig in Madrid, dozens of wines, curries, a massive plateful of caviar he ate, and on, and on! We view erotic statuary on Hindu temples, hunt tiger, leopard, boar, polar bear, are entertained by a maharajah, visit Greece, France, Andorra, Thailand, Ceylon, Cambodia, the Philippines, Spitzbergen, Denmark, Jutland, the Canary Islands, Vienna, Scotland, Turkey...The Scotts avoided famous hotels so that they might more closely study the peoples rather than the jet set, with its ""planned year, the predetermined, almost predigested vacation."" One moment they are unable to sleep in the endless daylight of the Midnight Sun, and the next chapter they are beating after partridge in the equatorial jungle. Physical description is often excellent; dangerous beasts quicken the page; and those gourmet spreads are not to be missed.