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Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.


The ballot for the next family holiday. November 2019.


As a young lad – in the years before smart phones, the Internet and more than two television channels – I would spend hours pawing over atlases, encyclopaedias and novels from all over the globe. Sure, I might have been stuck in a dying, deindustrialising town (downgraded from a city, such was our fortune) on the north west of an island that served as the butt all the jokes of the rest of the state (which itself served as the punchline of the jokes of the rest of the country), at the arse end of the World; but that very same World was at my fingertips, with a little bit of help from a library card.

While I may have lamented never getting the chance of crossing those seas and seeing much of that World myself, I tried to keep my mind and imagination open. Therefore, now we are of means, and my kids are old enough to survive a bit of discomfort, I am keen to help them see as much of the planet while I have some kind of influence on how open their minds and hearts open.

I have been shocked to learn that – for all intents and purposes – this blog has been on hiatus for over six years. Quite a bit has happened in that time, not least the fact that we’ve been fortunate enough to visit thirteen different countries (that’s thirteen more countries than I had visited by the age of 26). Readers have missed our trips to Singapore (twice) and Malaysia. You’ve missed our galivanting around Japan. We’ve seen Rome, eaten oranges in La Spezia, stalked the Cinque Terre, battled smoking hordes in Firenze, braved snowstorms on Munich and Garmisch-Partenkirchen, waltzed in Vienna and bathed in Budapest.

You’ve missed us braving the cold and rain of London, dodging the seething throngs of Chinese and Russian tourists in matching tracksuits crowding the streets and alleyways of Prague. You’ve missed the joys of Hamburg, the grumps of Copenhagen and the happy young things of Malmö. You missed the fascination (and Henry’s horror) at the markets of Hong Kong. You missed us climbing mountains. So many mountains.

You missed Seoul. You missed Sokcho. You missed hours and hours and hours of us hanging around airports and train stations. Of course, we’re about to do it all again. Above, you’ll see our family holiday annual ballot. We run a democratic ship in terms of holiday decision-making, with my vote weighted the same as the kids (I even let the wife vote). We ran with an instant runoff voting system, with full preferential voting enforced. This is the second, and final round of voting. The first was an additional member variant, with a much larger ballot to narrow the choices.

The winner?

Egypt. A cradle of civilisation. Home of pyramids, mummies and gods with all manner of heads.

Which leads me to a question… Have YOU visited Egypt? Hints and tips? Must dos and must avoids?

Comments

Dina said…
O happy day! Welcome back!
No, I unfortunately have not been down to Egypt, unless you count the day trips to Santa Catarina, Taba, and the Suez Canal in the 1970s.
You guys have a great trip! Looking forward to your photos and commentary.
Roy said…
Welcome back, Kris! Any pictures from your travels?
Sue said…
Being related to you, I have been lucky enough to have shared in those previous travels. And enjoyed each and every one of ‘em.
I look forward to Egypt & all that you encounter.

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