The Travel Bug
By Mr. JM
Tonight I watched poor JM go through sheer hell. And it was SOOO much fun.
It probably isn’t what you think – we’ve been casually talking about some travel. Life has thrown us a couple of curve balls and we’ve been contemplating some changes – new job for me, re-locating to another state etc. Unlike in the US, another State isn’t just an hour or so away – where the current jobs of interest are is the Gold Coast – almost 2000kms from here.
A couple of days back I mentioned that we could return to New Zealand (they pronounce it Nu Zilland) and spend some time touring around. We visited there when JM was here on a tourist visa so we could extend the time she could stay in Australia, but we didn’t stay long.
New Zealand is a beautiful country, lush green land alternating with dramatic mountains ranges. Peaceful farm scenes beside fumaroles and geysers, and caves with tiny worms that look, after your eyes have adjusted to the dark of a cave, like constellations of stars on the ceiling.
But we are looking at a bit of a holiday a few months off in the future, trying to take advantage of the off season.
Another possibility was a visit to Tasmania, a large island just south of here, lovely place, nice people, (if a little inbred – us mainlanders like to poke a little bit of hillbilly humour at them) with a ferry ride across Bass Strait with our car etc.
So why would this be sheer hell?
It has to do with choices, with the variety being offered to someone who has had few times in her life when she could make a decision involving pleasure. It has to do with a steadily increasing level of expectation of anticipated pleasure. It has to do with me being pleasantly cruel.
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