Maybe build a submarine and visit the Titanic ;)
My son asked me this yesterday. Japan.
Canada. Somewhere.
A socialist liberal democracy in the entirety of the United States.
Nowhere probably. I’m not traveling because I can’t afford to but rather because I’m not interested to.
Italian wine tour for a couple of months
It’d be cool to walk about Mars for an afternoon. Maybe find that rover (Opportunity?) that ran out of power & give it a fresh battery & clean off its solar panels, see if it’ll fire back up again.
If I could get there that fast, I’d be curious to check out Mars for a few hours. Maybe from inside a shelter with big windows?
Probably Amsterdam or Copenhagen for a few weeks,
properly experience a walkable city with good transit and cycling infrastructure
lol… it’s what you say but as tourist you not wanna cycle there. You’ll be happy on weekends yo barely have the space to walk. It’s a beautiful city though. Visited it like 3-4 times
I think it’s fine to cycle here as a tourist, as long as you looked up the rules a bit first and were a decent cyclist.
Stay to the right, signal turns and stops, the only weird part is what to do when you’re taking a left at an intersection, where you “park” to wait
It’s amazing. I recommend sitting outside the central train station in Amsterdam and people watching, as thousands of tourists attempt to bicycle or walk somewhere, and they’re just in everybody’s way. It’s hilarious. If you’re going to cycle (which, yes, you should) stay to the right and signal where you want to go. There are bike lanes there for you to take, don’t just be off in the middle of the street. Also, they want you to pay for an extra ticket to bring your bike on the train with you, I found that this can be ignored if you’re not a jerk about it.
Having visited both and now living in Copenhagen, it could change your life to visit! Great places to be a tourist
Your moms house
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 🫡
1996
So you can observe Mankind?
I’d just rent a cabin in a nearby mountain.
I don’t see the appeal in going far away from vacation.
Tokyo. Splurge in Akihabara and eat some authentic ramen.
Right where I am.
Because if money were no object I’d definitely not be living in this shithole country.
Earth.
Like, the whole fucking thing more or less.
Might take me the rest of my life and I still won’t see it all, but if money is no object…
