I was taken aback by how great Dresden looks. It was flattened in WW2 but the Germans have built it brick by brick back to what it was. They are still working on it in places. Gorgeous city.

Ghent is rather lovely too. Fresh waffles off a street vendor - glorious.

Armitage_Shankburn wrote:

I'd rather contract the Rona from rimming DS' arsehole than live in Singapore-on Thames London, a fucking dictatorship with quasi slaves. Just sayin.

Norway, Finland, New Zealand or Cornwall for me. Of those 4 I've only been to Cornwall so I've no idea why I'm so drawn to the other 3.

I would definitely have a place in Eivissa if I could, my dad (Englishman) grew up there in the 60s/70s and ran the yacht club, plus a nightclub for a bit (booked Pink Floyd, taught Twiggy amongst others water skiing). It was crazy being over there later in life with him and he'd just start talking fluent Spanish to old locals, also knew the regional dialect Ibicenco. He never spoke Spanish to me or taught me any, bastard. We used to holiday in San Antonio a lot when I was a kid, but I'd get a place in Eivissa (the old town) and just chip over to the madness when I fancied.

In fact my dad's best mate's widow is selling her place there in a year or so and I'm tempted to go in with my brother and mum.

I was there a few years back on my 1s and this old fella in a beach bar went "ah you're Martin's son!" after I said my dad use to run the yacht club. Was ace. Big up, dad, next beer's for you.

GooberTheHat wrote:

Norway, Finland, New Zealand or Cornwall for me. Of those 4 I've only been to Cornwall so I've no idea why I'm so drawn to the other 3.

Racist.

nick_md wrote:

I would definitely have a place in Eivissa if I could, my dad (Englishman) grew up there in the 60s/70s and ran the yacht club, plus a nightclub for a bit (booked Pink Floyd, taught Twiggy amongst others water skiing). It was crazy being over there later in life with him and he'd just start talking fluent Spanish to old locals, also knew the regional dialect Ibicenco. He never spoke Spanish to me or taught me any, bastard. We used to holiday in San Antonio a lot when I was a kid, but I'd get a place in Eivissa (the old town) and just chip over to the madness when I fancied. In fact my dad's best mate's widow is selling her place there in a year or so and I'm tempted to go in with my brother and mum.

because of how you look, when you said your dad was there in the 60s i thought he (and you) were one of us.

No, you could pass for syrian, because they have quite a melting pot. I'd have guessed spanish or french, not a sassenach

Irish local in a village outside Galway thought I was Irish. I swear I should've been a spy.

No need for the ad hominem but it does happen, admittedly.