I used to do a little semi-pro travel writing on the side during the '80s and '90s. Local newspapers, a Brit mag and like that. A number of my articles compared the various available guidebooks (cue Reference Library above) and detailed their demographic, plus what each brand seemed to specialize in. Every guidebook line has or at least once had, something to offer.
We once gleaned a fantastic tip for India from of all places, Lets Go! A sarod player in Udaipur was giving free private audiences at his sunrise rehearsals---we would never have known.
Another memory from my rookie trip a million years ago: quibbling with a St. Ives hotelier about his rates. "That's not what it says in your Lets Go listing!" I'd naively argued. My then-self would faint and fall into Old Father Thames if they learned about the current cost of a Brit visit.
In 1989, I was working on a front-page article about the fall of the Berlin Wall. Once when I was at a rail station cafe, the manager saw me scribbling away at my notes. He approached.
"Jah, unt I jis know you are writer for Lonely Planets. I am the knowing of thees!"
Nothing that I replied could dissuade him and he insisted on comping me.
I left my payment on the table anyway.
A final poignant memory. Before my teaching career, I drummed for a local rock band. In my role as our band's secondary songwriter, my final original composition was a tune called 'Lonely Planet'. There's a cassette of us rehearsing that, collecting dust somewhere.
I am done. The end.