Bill Bryson travels to Australia and writes about the place. He's pretty funny, and Australia gives him a lot to be funny about. This is partly because Bryson is given to self-deprecation and Australia is sufficiently awesome to give self-deprecating funny folks plenty of material. Or at least it seems that way in the book; I dunno, I've never been. Bryson doesn't just write about the interesting parts; he also writes enough about the boring parts to scare future travelers away. E.g., I now know that I don't need to visit Canberra.