When a group of Belgians were reunited at the Brussels Fair in 1958, one of them bet the other three they could not circle the globe in a limited number of days and return with unusual trophies from their eleven arranged stopping places. In a style reminiscent of Richard Halliburton, one of them recounts this adventure. One wonders why he bothered. The jolly trio manage to secure such souvenirs as a Hong Kong frog, a strait jacket, an Alcatraz inmate's uniform, and so on. But they do little else. In short, here is a book quite as senseless and silly as the ""zany"" odyssey it reports.