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The very best vacation

16:30 / 18.09.02

who would be with you, where would you go, what would you take, bring back - or did it already happen?

16:51 / 18.09.02

Copenhagen, Denmark, my fiance and a pack of theater-type friends, in the summertime, I would take a metric ton of money so that we could all just go play, with luck I'd bring back the language.

Tryphena Absent

17:10 / 18.09.02

I'd be alone, I can't stand being stuck with one person for too long, I'd go to Japan and magically be able to speak in fluent Japanese.

Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero

22:06 / 18.09.02

Hah! I have the same fantasy about Japan. Not only will I be able to speak japanese well, but also nobody will think I'm strange except when I want them to. And I'll be "exotic", not "funny-smelling".

Seriously, though, I'd love to go to Japan some time. I love beaches, and Japan has always facsinated me. I suppose I should learn japanese first, though. Can't count on it being like Germany, where most of the natives speak english as well as my high school government teacher, if not better....

Or just some marvelous tropical island. Or Rio. Anywhere with a beach, and I'll be happy.

Best real vacation...I feel shallow saying this, but it's a toss-up between my trip to Europe or my spring break in Orange Beach, Alabama. The Europe trip had loads of drinking ("You can buy hard liquor at eighteen here?! Outstanding..."), loads of culture and the wonderful Lido brand ciggarettes, but my spring break had loads of drinking and loads of women. And a little bit of culture if you count the brazilian girl I met.

23:20 / 18.09.02

The Marco Polo route. Overland, walking or horse/camel/mule from Venice to China. Mmmmm.

05:28 / 19.09.02

Dream trip is still the Anchorage to Vancouver drive. Alone, probably, and plenty of photography.

I've done loads of wonderful trips, but I doubt I can beat my trip to Iceland in 1988. Standing on a piece of the earth that was still forming underneath my feet, really was something else.

18:54 / 19.09.02

oooh! My dream vacation would be to have an entire town in Mexico or somewhere in South America built just for me, according to my designs and drawings. Then I'd go there, and hire about 1000 really hot whores to walk around naked and have sex with me and all of my friends. I'd have my personal chef Andreas on hand, and every day he'd make us all enormous feasts three times a day. Then, sometimes at night, I'd have an impromptu jam session. Yeah. Nothing but rocking, fucking, and eating in my own secret cybergoth city. That would be fucking awesome.

21:14 / 19.09.02

Japan. Australia. The Lake District. And then down to Cornwall to sit on a rock forever.

With me: a pen. a paper. my camera. (I could ask for a laptop and digital camera, but no. The manual versions will do fine. And wherever I am, just a phone, NO INTERNET ACCESS).

I'd love to see Japan in depth one day. But a rock in Cornwall, where I could just sit and write and watch the sea go in and out and in and out and in and out and in would be lovely.

21:44 / 19.09.02

"But a rock in Cornwall, where I could just sit and write and watch the sea go in and out and in and out and in and out and in would be lovely."

Heh. That's exactly what I'm going to be doing in around six weeks from now. Forever.