Magic Bus: On the Hippie Trail from Istanbul to India

Big regret of my life was that I was too young to be a real hippie. At least that is what I've always thought. But the more books I read about hippies, the less interesting they are. Turns out, it seems, most people who went off to become hippies either (1) quickly realized the search was futile or (2) are still out there somewhere, probably sitting in the park in San Francisco waiting for their next high.

Maclean follows the road the hippies traveled to see what is there now and what hippies are still left out there doing their hippie things. He finds a few hippies, notably Penny, who struck me as a sad figure. It could have just been me, but Penny still felt very lost. And what's there now? Tourists, tourists, tourists.

Doesn't look like I'll ever hit the hippie trail. Not terribly sure I am really a hippie kind of person, anyway.