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This book is the story of two British girls, school friends Jo and Ants, who decide to drive a Tuk-Tuk (auto-rickshaw) 12,500 miles from Bangkok to Brighton. Both girls have suffered with depression at some point in their lives and decided to use this opportunity to raise money and awareness for MIND, a mental health charity. Whilst I admire the girls' enthusiasm and dedication, not to mentions their personal account of the illness, as a book this isn't great.
The first part is padded with information on the countries they were going to be visiting with random facts, not their experience. The actual content of the journey was taken from the blog that they had written as they were completing their trip. They don't appear to have edited it at all. They took it in turns to write the blog, and this is what appears in the book. This means that you hear Jo telling you of the day's events, and the next day Ants tells us the same thing (more or less) in her words. Thus we are reading the same thing twice which seems like cheating to me – if you can't be bothered to re-write it together to present one cohesive story, then perhaps it is best not to bother.
That said, the girls had a very interesting journey, had plenty of trials and tribulations and met some great people and I enjoyed reading their experiences (once was enough) so I cannot discount the book as a complete waste of time. Maybe worth a punt second hand or on a Kindle/e-book promotion. Certainly not worth full price.
~Could you sail around the world in a bath filled with baked beans?~
One of the best things about being British is that eccentricity is not just acceptable, it's almost compulsory. It's perfectly possible to run the London marathon dressed as a tampon or to sail across the Atlantic on a sofa and still be considered entirely sane and almost - dare I say it - normal. I say "hoorah to that" and the more such activities the better, although I'd really rather someone else does them so that I don't have to. When I read that two young British women had driven a bright pink tuk tuk (auto-rickshaw) overland from Bangkok to Brighton to raise money for charity, I knew that I would have to get a copy of their book and find out more. That book is 'Tuk Tuk to the Road: Two Girls, Three Wheels, 12,500 Miles'by Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent and Jo Huxter.
~Ants in their Pants~
Jo and Antonia (usually referred to as 'Ants') met at boarding school and were great friends. Jo had long struggled with self-harm and depression and after leaving school she had a succession of breakdowns which led to her spending several periods in mental hospitals. When she had recovered - or at least when she was feeling stronger and more able to cope since it's hard to say such things are ever entirely fixed - she came up with idea of making a mammoth journey to raise funds and create awareness for the mental health charity 'Mind'. She had been to Thailand on holiday and fallen in love with the ubiquitous little auto-rickshaws that plied their trade around the city. What if she were to go to Thailand, buy a tuk tuk and drive it back to England? It sounded crazy, and anyone who's travelled even a short distance would tell you that it would be an extraordinarily uncomfortable thing to try. But we Brits are not so easily deterred. Jo wanted to do it and she wanted Ants to accompany her and so that's exactly what they did, setting a new Guinness World Record for the longest journey ever undertaken by tuk tuk. It's a bit like Thelma and Louise without the guns and at rather lower velocity.
~Tuk-ing the Piss?~
Tuk tuks are beasts of burden not beasts of comfort and a standard city tuk tuk wouldn't have been up to the job. Most of these little street warriors are tiny, uncomfortable and have such small fuel tanks that they'd limit the range of the vehicle. They are little more than mopeds with a flimsy cage around them - the driver sits in the front on a bench, often with one leg tucked beneath him and bounces along the road doing his best (if you are lucky) to avoid the pot holes. In India they quite like to 'save energy' by not putting the lights on and are often so unbalanced by the load in the back that they scoot along the road in a glorified 'wheelie' if the passengers are a bit hefty. A mile or two is the limit of normal comfort - not twelve and a half thousand miles.
Ting Tong the Tuk Tuk was named after the Thai bride played by Matt Lucas in Little Britain. She was a special build, modified in various ways to improve comfort and safety and to meet the legislation of countries she was to pass through. She was also painted bright pink. The Bangkok engineering firm who built her also taught the girls some basic maintenance and kitted them out with some of the most likely to be needed spare parts because it's not like you can roll up to a garage in Kazakhstan and expect them to have a few bits in the back room.
~Bangkok to Brighton~
The girls set off from Bangkok, spend a long time chugging slowly through China where they're banned from using the motorways, get to the border with Kazakhstan so late that they're not sure they'll be allowed in, and then chug along all the way through eastern and western Europe until they finally reach their destination in Brighton. Along the way they're exposed to the odd bit of bureaucracy, frequently unfriendly hoteliers, some very ad hoc repairs to Ting Tong but more importantly they discover that people are people the world over and that nobody can resist a bright pink, funny looking vehicle driven by two slightly bewildered young women. Lots of things that could have gone very badly wrong surprisingly work out fine. Places they expect to be horrible turn out to be beautiful (and occasionally vice versa) but wherever they go, they experience acts of kindness from strangers, most of them completely baffled by what the girls are trying to do.
The book tells not only of the journey but also of the trials involved in setting up such an adventure - the frustrations of visa applications, the bizarre and unpredictable 'jobsworth' tendencies of government officials the world over, but ultimately just how determination and a big idea can move mountains.
~It's not Shakespeare~
I won't lie to you and tell you that it's the best written travelogue you're ever going to read because it isn't. The book mostly comprises extracts taken from the blog which the girls wrote whilst on the road and there are times when accounts do get rather 'samey' - well what can you expect when they're spending day after day essentially doing the same thing. Alternating entries by the two girls sometimes get a little out of sync and there are times when both girls give details of the same events which can lead to an unsettling sense of déjà vu but on the whole I found it not too hard to ignore those lapses. It is - at times - a bit like reading an overly long and chatty letter from two old friends but I think it's forgivable. Nobody said you've got to qualify as great writers before you set off to do something crazy.
I enjoyed the photos of Ting Tong and the girls on their journey, found plenty to smile at and plenty to ponder on when reading the book but I also was reminded by the photos of just what an act of bravery this was, especially for Jo. Nobody is drawing attention to the hundreds of scars on her arms built up over years of self-harm, but they are clearly visible in many of the photographs and we can see that for long periods of her life Jo Huxter must have struggled to just get through the day - let alone drive hundreds of miles in a slightly souped up moped through terra incognita. As a testimony to the power of friendship and the strength of a shared vision, Tuk Tuk to the Road is a lovely book. As an account of a marathon journey taken in a crazy form of transportation, it's an interesting but sometimes slightly over-long account which might have benefited from a little more editing. But if you want to be reminded of our national spirit of adventure mixed up with a healthy dose of eccentricity, it's a great choice.
Two girls travel twelve and a half thousand miles in an autorickshaw