Certain people in my family are due to emerge relatively unscathed from military action in hinter parts of the globe. Noel, I’m looking at you. Noel’s plans post-Army primarily involve traveling to distant lands to engage in self-discovery and explore parts unknown (sounds like a French film). I don’t pretend I’m not envious. Even not knowing where you’re going. I recommend you visit Berlin, St. Petersburg, Copenhagen, Paris, Rome, London, and Dublin at the very least. What point is there in traveling if you don’t go to the top European cities?
Personally, I’m due for a trip to the East. I disguise my fear of Eastern culture with my love for Thai food, Zen Buddhism, and Chinese finger traps. It’s not really that I’m afraid. I just worry about wandering into a Yakuza mob house or an opium den by mistake and find myself caught up in a story of international intrigue as I fight off ninja warriors and drug-crazed warlords whilst wooing slender princesses who have penchants for skinny white guys who can handle guns.
That’s me, in case you were wondering.