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Nigel Bowen's avatar

Come down to the Antipodes, Chris! (Despite the recent cricketing unpleasantness, you will fit right in here in this sunny classless paradise.)

Christopher Gage's avatar

Can we smoke in a bar?

Nigel Bowen's avatar

I said it was a paradise, not a utopia. You might be able to get away with a sneaky vape.

Secret Squirrel's avatar

I enjoyed this immensely. I don’t take vacations much nowadays (we own a small business) but in the past with my family we pendulumed back and forth from “vacations with a purpose and strict schedule to make sure we saw all the important sights for our education!” to those where all we did was snorkel a reef all day. I much preferred the latter. Your article reminds me of those times. People are funny.

Christopher Gage's avatar

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed.

Casey Jones's avatar

I dunno, Mr Gage; I suggest that you've missed the sweet spot. Somewhere between the bucket listers and selfie snappers on the one hand and those who "smuggle vanity through customs in a suitcase marked ‘humility'" (today's gem) exists a rather large area far from any Popular Kid venue yet valuable to the spirit whether alone or with a significant (or would-be significant) other. As I said to a previous poster, it's not where you are (though places that offer that which you cannot get locally are far more likely to satisfy), it's with whom you're there. Iona or Staffa myself whomp the snot out of the Eiffel Tower with a bunch of yahoos.

Be well, sir.

Toffeepud's avatar

Cornwall for us.....as a kid I was forced to camp and into a caravan in Ingoldmells (Lincolnshire for those not of these shores) and I've been abroad on holiday once as an adult. I loathed it. My hubs did all his travelling before we met, so now it's a cottage in a tiny village hidden away on the Lizard peninsula. Heaven. Three weeks of family time, lazy days, odd evening in the pub on the beach...

Casey Jones's avatar

I finally made peace with the UKian magic disappearing word guts (ie, "Worcester" is actually "Wooster"). But Ingoldmells to Lincolnshire? Really?

Toffeepud's avatar

No, lol, Ingoldmells is in Lincolnshire....but it is pronounced ingamells. So another weird uk place-name for your collection. Reminds me of a favourite joke....the three hardest things to say:

I'm sorry

I need help

Worcestershire sauce

🤣🤣🤣

Christopher Gage's avatar

Cornwall is too nice. Enjoy! (Especially the Doom Bar.)

Toffeepud's avatar

Tribute or Atlantic for me, Doom Bar is a bit dark....I like Korev lager as well. There's a fab micro brewery in lizard village now too and I'll be sampling their wares, as well as cornish gin!

Terry Wipf's avatar

When I travel I just like to do stuff I can't do here. My upcoming trip to London will include musicals, a Shakespeare play, an opera and maybe a ballet. None of that stuff is available in my town of 900 on the plains of western North Dakota. During the day I see sights and go to museums. Maybe I should try to do a little more virtuous stuff. Nah, I'll just eat my English breakfast and go out during the day and go to shows at night.

Carl Nelson's avatar

Travel is for people with nothing better to do.

Casey Jones's avatar

It's not where you are. It's with whom you're there.

Joel E. Lorentzen's avatar

So which of these tourist types left all of the trash on Mount Everest? I can guess...

Kirk McDonald II's avatar

I have never been a tourist. Oh, I have lived and worked all over these united?

States. No my Idea of the perfect vacation, the BWCA. 7 day of quiet. With maybe 3 other canoes passing bye.

You see I like beer, and maybe three people. Oh, and humanity sucks.

Terry Wipf's avatar

Have you been to the BWCA? I've always thought it would be a great time. Maybe I'm too old now but it still looks like fun in a woodsy, lake-y way.

Kirk McDonald II's avatar

Yes, many times. I like the solitude.

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Christopher Gage's avatar

Plenty of hat tips for the good doctor Freud.

You're right. I should have become a psychiatrist and charged elites hundreds per hour. Literature was the easy route!