My answer has to be "anywhere I haven't been yet". There are far too many to list. Everywhere I've been so far has been worthwhile in its own way, so I'm sure I could stick a pin at random into an atlas and get something out of whatever destination it chooses.
Antarctica is the only continent I haven't been to yet, so that's definitely one.
I loved Norway, Minx. Get on a boat down the fjords and be prepared to stand there staring with your mouth wide open.
Easter Island is tiny and not terribly easy to get to, but well worth the effort. Hire a car (you'd only need it for a day) and wander at your own pace. And give yourself a bit of time in Santiago on the way back.
I'd want to get a lot fitter than I am before tackling Machu Picchu. It looks a bit
vertical.
In no particular order,
Prospero's Books
Brazil
Life is Beautiful
The City of Lost Children
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
And another hundred or so that I can't think of right now.
There are rooms that are good for a chat. You just have to know where to go, and when. And have the courage to dive in and start chatting with people who all seem to know each other already. That's always the hard bit.
It needs more of an effort than a lot of people want to put into it - and fair enough, life is too short.
You people are weird.
Pizza is so awesome that I haven't yet encountered anything that can't be put on it. Fortunately, the rest of the world is sufficiently unenlightened that I can order ham and pineapple and anchovies and have the whole thing to myself.
Eggs should be cooked. If the yolk is runny, the egg isn't cooked.
All food can be improved by adding chillies.
Grape and salt and vinegar crisp sandwiches should be wrong, but are strangely right.
Carrots might be the exception to the pizza rule. Carrots don't go with anything.
That reminds me of my first pre-teen exploration. I had a catalogue from an electronics shop, which had cartoon pictures illustrating some of the products. A couple grabbed my curiosity, and I remember tracing over them, trying to see what the woman would look like without clothes. Not very successfully.
Then there was a page torn from dirty magazine that a friend and I found in the dunes at the beach. I was a bit shocked. I had no idea they showed that.
There are so many, for many different reasons.
Mogwai "Burn Girl Prom Queen" is one that I keep coming back to. It's guaranteed to calm me down, no matter what's happening in the outside world. It forces me into its pace.
I did the reverse some time ago. Australia is a fantastic place to be a child (if you can stand the heat). But I couldn't go back. I'm too much of a northerner. Give me cold and wet and snow.
If I had to move, I'd probably choose Norway. I've always had the feeling of being home there. After a few days I forget that I don't understand a word of the language.
My guess is that a couple might be looking for the fabled single woman because the female half would like to play with her too.
Otherwise, I'm with you. Pleasure comes from giving pleasure, and for a man, the pleasure given to a woman is doubled when there are two of you delivering it. So I'd prefer MMF simply because I'm greedy. And I'm not sure I'd know what to do with two women. I'd always be worried that one is being neglected.
Since it's such a special occasion... go on, stick me on the list.
It won't be long before it's the 10th anniversary of my stumbling upon this pit of disgraceful filth and lovely people.
I've done 6 hours on the train many times, but that wasn't what you'd call a 'meet'.
Being single, with no kids, no pets, no attachments, makes travel a lot easier. And I like travelling anyway, so I think my limit would be a fair bit higher than most. If the distance makes it impractical to return home that night, that's what hotels are for. The no kids part does make them easier to afford.
Macika: a six hour trip goes a bit quicker if you exchange some naughty texts along the way. And for the men, that also means the added fun of wondering if the erection will subside before it's time to get off. Failing that, bring a book.
It might be a bit of a cliché, but for me it has to be a camera.
It seems like only yesterday that we had one of these threads. That probably means it was three years ago.
Someone mentioned dogging somewhere (don't ask me to remember where - I can't remember my own name half the time). Being the sheltered innocent type, I had to google to find out what it was. The context didn't seem quite right for it to be anything that involved dogs.
And this shameful den of vice turned up.
It's been ages since I've been to anything. Put me down too. Maybe I'll even remember to turn up :-)
I knew should drop in here more often. I do mine the old fashioned way - wet, messy, and in a darkened room.
I missed the other recent photo thread. But the only person I would dare ask to model for me would have refused, so it doesn't really matter...