When Wisner is dumped five days prior to his wedding and demoted from his high-flying job with a California real estate developer, he decides to go on his honeymoon trip anyway and bring his brother, Kurt. And then prolongs the vacation. Over two years, the pair traipse across 53 countries, unwittingly soliciting Russian prostitutes, bribing non-English-speaking traffic cops, and flashing a picture of them with George W. Bush to get out of tight spots. If this sounds like the setup for a comedic road-trip flick, you're right. (Sony has already optioned the book.) But Wisner's accounts of a Balinese cockfight or Trinidad's Carnival do what good travel writing should: make you want to be right then and there. And while his obligatory life-lesson passages are undeniably cheesy, they are never less than sincere.