Forget treasure islands and sinister doctors for a moment. This book is Stevenson on a different kind of adventure. In the late 1870s, feeling a bit restless, he and his friend Sir Walter Simpson decided to canoe from Antwerp, down the Escaut river, and through a network of canals and rivers into northern France. Their boat? A canoe so small and flimsy they named it the 'Cigarette.'

The Story

This isn't a plot-driven thriller. It's a travelogue, a slice of life from the waterline. The journey is the story. We follow them as they paddle past smoky factories instead of picturesque villages, negotiate with bored lock-keepers, and try to find a place to camp each night. The charm comes from Stevenson's witty observations. He finds humor in the absurdity of seeking a 'wilderness' experience in the middle of Europe's industrial belt, and genuine warmth in the few kind strangers they meet along the way.

Why You Should Read It

I love this book because it shows a different side of Stevenson. You can feel his youthful energy and his sharp, curious mind at work. He's a fantastic observer of people and places. He doesn't just describe a town; he captures its mood. The writing is fresh, funny, and surprisingly modern in its honesty about travel's minor frustrations and glorious little victories. It’s about the joy of movement and the stories you collect when you take the slow road.

Final Verdict

Perfect for anyone who loves travel writing, armchair adventures, or just wants to spend a few hours in the company of a brilliant storyteller on a quirky holiday. If you've ever dreamed of a simple, unplugged escape (even a messy one), you'll find a kindred spirit in Stevenson paddling his 'Cigarette' through the soot and the sunshine.