By Tim Moore (2004)
I keep returning to Tim Moore, since in theory he’s right up my street, disappearing on ridiculous self-inflicted adventures which just so happen to go wrong in entirely foreseen ways. In this one he walks a donkey along the Santiago de Compostela.
It did have quite a few of the things that frustrate me, including the totally accidental I didn’t intend to turn this into a book because that’s my job wackiness, and his tendency to give up and get his wife to fly over and bail him out, which I swear happens in every book and completely deflates the sense that things are out of control.
Nevertheless, reliably funny, and being forced to get along with his fellow pilgrims stops him sinking into misanthropy which can be a problem in his other books.