An all-inclusive resort, located somewhere warm with a beach.
Paradise 🙂 That’s what I love.
I probably wouldn’t go much further than a couple of hours drive. The mindset of travelling half the world “just cuz we can” has become unpleasant.
Somewhere tropical, that won’t mind if we smoke some weed on the beach. Jamaica comes to mind, but I’d research options because I’d like to see the other side of the Atlantic.
The moon, or just into space where I can float around and see Earth from a good distance.
Do you remember being a very young kid, of maybe 4 or 5-years-old, and riding your bike without stabilisers for the first time? Riding around your neighbourhood with that feeling of limitless time and seemingly bottomless reservoirs of pure joy? Or the first time you played a video game? Or the first time you went to the cinema? Basically any fun and novel experience. You could almost physically feel the birthing neurons branching through your brain in real-time like orgasmic, electrified roots. The joy of simply having your consciousness come ‘online’ more and more.
Well, I’m in my early 40s now, and I haven’t felt that way since I was that very young child. But I don’t think it’s because I’m too jaded to enjoy things anymore, it’s that I’ve experienced almost everything there is to experience in a normal everyday life, and there’s not much left that is so new and shocking to my consciousness that it will trigger that magical experience again. And so there is no further branching of neurons and no further giddy joy at simply doing something hitherto completely foreign to my brain.
I think visiting space, and especially landing on the moon, would give me that feeling again. It would be the last truly novel experience I definitely have not felt before, and it’s not one that I can sorta kinda experience vicariously. I mean, I’ve never killed anyone, but I know what an abyss of unquenchable guilt feels like, I know what the terror of being caught after doing something bad feels like, I know what it feels like to be so haunted by trauma that I have nightmares about it for years after. So I can just extrapolate from that and get a general idea of what it must be like to have done something that awful. My imagination can conjure up those sorts of ideas if I want it to, and while I won’t get 100% of the way there, I can create a ballpark estimation of it. But going into space - leaving everything and everyone who has ever existed behind - and being somewhere so literally alien to my evolved senses, that’s not something I can get a handle on just using my imagination.
I could be wrong of course, and going into space might simply be like visiting another country in the shittiest, most cramped Ryanair flight imaginable, but it’s the only thing I think has the most chance of giving me one last brain-bukkake before I clock out.
Shame it’ll never happen 🤷 Maybe I’ll start a twitter account sucking Elon’s fetid little dick and he’ll invite me to use one of his rockets one day. Then while I’m in space, I’ll take out a trans flag and play a shitty cover of Nazi Punks Fuck Off à la Chris Hadfield 🫡
Never really thought about it. Have always wanted to visit either the French countryside or some picturesque forest in Europe. But someone mentioned trains and unlimited money.
A nice indulgence then would be a luxury train line that navigates throughout most regions of the planet. Probably the most expensive ever done but should be possible. Could probably take years to travel the whole planet in maximum comfort. Wonderful.
Advantages of a vacation train would also be having other people around. One cart per person/family. Not everyone would be in it for the whole ride, so probably lots of passengers changing too. Could have wonderful parties or just group entertainment like movie nights.
A socialist liberal democracy in the entirety of the United States.
The sun.
It’s not where, if money was no object, I would be on holiday semi-permanent.
To the moon! If money’s no object NASAs budget just went up 100 fold.
I was thinking way too small with my answer. I didn’t even consider the idea of telling NASA that I could fund any and every project they want done, if they just send me to the Moon
Some expensive Carribean Islands like the Bermudas or Aruba.
another dimension
*cue title card* I Trick The Vacation Genie Into Doing Physics Research With Me
Lake Meade, Pennsylvania
it’s already booked, though, family reunion.
Vietnam looks nice.
I handle this, as do most poor people, by not asking ourselves this question, not even fantasizing about it, for why torture yourself with something you never can do?
The Sun.
