Thomas was approached by Lonely Planet to be a travel writer in Brazil. After some deep consideration and consultation with his patron saint (seriously, this guy refers to so many different historical and contemporary figures with whom he feels he can identify with and even made one who stole a whole lot of money and then parachuted out of a plane into his patron saint. A little annoying habit, but I digress) he decides to quit his office job, dispose of his belongings and his relationships and sets off... only to encounter financial ruin, hostile women (and the other sort, though I have no clue what they saw in the author) and the realisation he was drowning, not knowing what he was meant to do or how.
The book is a fun read, with a touch of quirk and wit. Though I think it was a little too honest. As a person Thomas comes across as a dickhead, personally I wouldn't like to meet him. But I do congratulate him on his ability to be honest, it's refreshing to have something like that from not only a man but also a professional.
This is the story you should read if you have ever considered turning travel into a day job, most likely you will want to remain a saint and stick to what you know. The rare few who still want to be paid to travel and tell people where to go must be doing it for the adrenaline rush. My answer; yes, travel writers go to hell but they enjoy the journey there.