It's a roller coaster ride of a travelogue. A kind of Bridgette Jones goes to teach in rural Africa. There is an inverse relationship between my angst and my diversion-seeking behavior which takes the reader through packs of cigarettes and bottles of good South African cheap wine, across crocodile infested waters, on 33 mile runs with, boulders and baboons, and into very precarious emotional and social situations from which I manage to extricate myself and remain unscathed. Still a virgin at 26, I am weary, wondering, homesick and puzzled about love. And I really want to find out how to get...