Vacation, vacation, vcation.

Sunday 13 Jun 10

One night last week after a couple of glasses of wine I accidentlaly bought a flight to London in one of those online auctions.  The price seemed reasonable enough but of course I am only allowed to use on a wet Wednesday in 2014, but hey what the hell, it's not about the journey it's about the class of travel you're in getting there.

Anyway, because of that I have been getting daily special auction emails about various trips and hotels, and the details of the ticking clocks that dictate their slashed rates if I don't hurry and buy them now.  I actually quite like it.  Every night I come home from shooting and I open the email and imagine how lovely it would be to be in a resort in Cabo San Lucas or whatever it's called, and to be splashing in the sea sipping a pina colada instead to dragging my tranny ass out of bed at 5.30am to be strapped into a variety of uncomfortable dresses and gravity-defying footwear.  Of course I am sure I would hate being in a resort in Cabo San Lucas, but what this all tells me is that I am craving a holiday.  I can't have one, alas, for quite some time, despite the massive amount of traveling I am about to do over the next month.  But later this summer I will be able to relax at length in my Catskills hideaway, and Cabo San Lucas can eat me.

But all this talk of vacation and travel  reminded me of some BBC travel shows I did many years ago and so I thought I'd share them with you. The first was in Hong Kong and thr second in Palm Springs.  Ah me, how younger we were then.