Mark Twain is so freaking funny. Sure, you have to wade through his 19th c. prejudices, but sometimes, I think he is making fun of his own prejudice and American bluster. The narrative feels like a real trip. It starts slow feeling like it is taking forever to get to the destination. Then, things are new and wonderful. Later, things come faster and all seem to meld together into the same thing. Then, you really begin not care anymore about what you are looking at. Finally, you are just ready to get home. I definitely recommend.