Chris Price is a Japan-based Brit who, aged 67, is mildly surprised to still be here. In the early 1980s, he spent 18 unpredictable months travelling through Africa - an education in improvisation, heat, gorillas and guerrillas, and situations best not explained to close relatives - which he wrote up in a darkly funny memoir, We Don't Shoot Khawajas. He subsequently crossed Asia with a backpack and handwritten diaries, which became the basis for A Dozen Dirty Dumplings. Both books draw on encounters with tribal elders, armed men, border officials, and strangers whose kindness often outweighed their judgement, and smiling kids everywhere. In later life, Chris endured a long stint in banking 'to pay the school fees', before escaping to own and run a small hotel in rural Japan - think Fawlty Towers of the Orient. He now describes himself as a travel bum and writer, his eyes on Latin America's Gringo Trail.

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• Prologue. .back on the road again1. India2. Sri Lanka3. India (again)4. Pakistan (Peshawar)5. Pakistan (Hunza)6. India (yet again)7. Nepal8. India (for the last time, you will be glad to hear)9. Bangladesh10. Burma11. Thailand to Singapore12. Australia13. Indonesia14. China (Hong Kong to Taer'si)15. China (Taer'si and back to Hong Kong)Epilogue. Japan (and a plant pot)

Chris Price is a Japan-based Brit who, aged 67, is mildly surprised to still be here. In the early 1980s, he spent 18 unpredictable months travelling through Africa - an education in improvisation, heat, gorillas and guerrillas, and situations best not explained to close relatives - which he wrote up in a darkly funny memoir, We Don't Shoot Khawajas. He subsequently crossed Asia with a backpack and handwritten diaries, which became the basis for A Dozen Dirty Dumplings. Both books draw on encounters with tribal elders, armed men, border officials, and strangers whose kindness often outweighed their judgement, and smiling kids everywhere. In later life, Chris endured a long stint in banking 'to pay the school fees', before escaping to own and run a small hotel in rural Japan - think Fawlty Towers of the Orient. He now describes himself as a travel bum and writer, his eyes on Latin America's Gringo Trail.

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• Prologue. .back on the road again1. India2. Sri Lanka3. India (again)4. Pakistan (Peshawar)5. Pakistan (Hunza)6. India (yet again)7. Nepal8. India (for the last time, you will be glad to hear)9. Bangladesh10. Burma11. Thailand to Singapore12. Australia13. Indonesia14. China (Hong Kong to Taer'si)15. China (Taer'si and back to Hong Kong)Epilogue. Japan (and a plant pot)

Chris Price is a Japan-based Brit who, aged 67, is mildly surprised to still be here. In the early 1980s, he spent 18 unpredictable months travelling through Africa - an education in improvisation, heat, gorillas and guerrillas, and situations best not explained to close relatives - which he wrote up in a darkly funny memoir, We Don't Shoot Khawajas. He subsequently crossed Asia with a backpack and handwritten diaries, which became the basis for A Dozen Dirty Dumplings. Both books draw on encounters with tribal elders, armed men, border officials, and strangers whose kindness often outweighed their judgement, and smiling kids everywhere. In later life, Chris endured a long stint in banking 'to pay the school fees', before escaping to own and run a small hotel in rural Japan - think Fawlty Towers of the Orient. He now describes himself as a travel bum and writer, his eyes on Latin America's Gringo Trail.

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• Prologue. .back on the road again1. India2. Sri Lanka3. India (again)4. Pakistan (Peshawar)5. Pakistan (Hunza)6. India (yet again)7. Nepal8. India (for the last time, you will be glad to hear)9. Bangladesh10. Burma11. Thailand to Singapore12. Australia13. Indonesia14. China (Hong Kong to Taer'si)15. China (Taer'si and back to Hong Kong)Epilogue. Japan (and a plant pot)