I’ll admit, I picked up this book with low expectations. I’ve read plenty of travel memoirs that feel like the author is just showing off their adventures. But Johny? He’s different. There’s no pretension here. He’s not trying to impress you with big words or Instagram-worthy experiences. He’s just… sharing. And somehow, it feels personal, like he’s telling you his story over a cup of tea. The philosophical bits were a little heavy for my taste, but they were also what made the book stand out. It’s not a perfect read, but it’s a real one—and that’s rare these days