PAD 3/3/2013 – No, Thanks

Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?

There are many places in the world that I could skip. Hell is other people and politics is the bog of eternal stench that they wallow in. There are entire continents that wouldn’t welcome me on their soil if they knew everything there was to know about me. It’s more accurate to list the places that I do want to visit and then from that, if I don’t mention it, it’s defined for the benefit of this prompt.

I love Western Europe, I would like to visit Australia. North America is neat. That’s it. Every other place? Why would I risk it? Health concerns, bad water, teeming hordes of people carrying god knows what inside them as parasites or infections. Golly! Could I? Please!?

  • Africa is out of the question, they don’t like people like me. Feeling is mutual.
  • South Africa is too dutch, too racist, and, Africa.
  • South America is giant killer spiders and drug lords engaged in human trafficking.
  • Russia is too corrupt and I’ve little interest in frozen nothingness.
  • Asia, any part of it, from the bulk of it down to is equatorial bits aren’t meant for people like me. Giant bugs? How about the food, maybe the water?
  • India, the food. Just can’t hack the food. Too many people, as well.
  • Antarctica is just too unpopulated and too cold, obviously.
  • Middle East, Iran, Turkey, Israel. That’s just begging for disaster. It’s the last place any American should be.

I once thought about what the globe would look like if I redacted all the places that are either politically out-of-bounds for me or hazardous to my health. So I ended up with Western Europe, North America, and Australia. Frankly I don’t think I’m missing very much. If I want to go exploring I’ll either read books about the areas or watch the Travel Channel do guides of the areas from the comfort of my basement. Not being exposed to infections, parasites, or … human parasites… is worth its weight in gold. I’ll take London, Paris, Toronto, or Sydney any day of the week. Bangkok? Nah, keep all that specialness to yourselves.

The Farthest I've Travelled From Home

Paris Exposition: Eiffel Tower, Paris, France, 1900

The farthest I’ve ever gone from home is when I went with my partner to Paris, France. The total distance is 4035 miles between my home and the City of Lights. I don’t know if my interests will take me much farther as my current interests lie firmly in western Europe if I were to travel. Most likely it would be England or Ireland for the next trip.

The only other option is up, but I don’t honestly see space tourism being a serious proposition in my lifetime. If I could though? I wouldn’t mind visiting the Moon, if pie-in-the-sky wishes had wings.

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