“I was retired from music festivals. The days of standing between sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other in increasingly clothe-less mosh pits was over. Spending what seemed like hours waiting to reach the mythical front of queue with 20,000 other people screaming for drinks was just a distant memory. The tired impossible walk home when trying to out-smart the other 30,000 looking for a taxi? Wouldn’t have to go through that again…”
“The familiar and unpredictable sounds of Hanoi? Awesome. The warm scorching sun of Costa Rica? Fk yeh. Hipsters and Berlin beers? Would be interesting. A banquet of Portuguese tarts every day on the edge of Europe? Or perhaps somewhere else entirely?”Read more "The Tyranny of Choice. Where next?"