I read this many years ago before starting uni and I remember how utterly inspired I felt by this memoir. But even my young self noticed the author's incredibly massive ego and egocentrism, no matter how disguised by layers upon layers of irony, self-digs, and, admittedly funny, self-deprecating humour. In the end, the guy's kind of a charming asshole, who has unfortunately a lot of interesting stories to tell and writes them well.
All in all, an incredibly exciting read wherein Westerners can learn a lot about life and the world, but the West-centricity of it all should be kept in mind at all times. To his credit, the author himself is keenly aware.