Lost Horizons

Having just recently found myself in bachelordom once more, for those of you who don’t know it’s a lovely little village, stream flowing through it, ducks, willow tree romantically leaning over the waterside, daffodils merrily staring at the sun along every grassed bank, the sound of the church bell singing in the hours, and a population of one. Me.
This at the moment is just the way I like it. All bitter and twisted, treading on the daffodils, pushing shopping trolleys into the clear blue waters and stealing the clanger from the church bell.

Having found myself living in “paradise” again, I thought I would escape it and take a holiday in search of an ever mythical and elusive Shangri-La to see if I can find a lost horizon or two.
A journey for one.
An adventure.
Go out and see the world.
Take the path less travelled and see where it takes me etc…
Where o where to begin then? Having only ever travelled over the seas twice in my many years on this earth it really is a case of stick a pin in the map and see where the wind blows me.
Out with the trusty lap top, a quick search on Google is surely the way to start?
The W-O-R-L-D W-I-D-E WEB?
Perfect for finding my very own Shangri-La.
And what to my amazement do I find? Going somewhere, anywhere on your Jack Jones increases the burden on your wallet by ten fold and worries your bank manager into sleepless nights and calling you at stupid o’clock in the morning screaming obscenities at you. Why on Gods green earth does it suddenly cost more for ONE than it does for TWO? I don’t understand it to be honest. But then like I said my experience in such matters is not massive, in fact I would struggle filling the back of a postage stamp with everything I know about travelling to distant shores, or nearby shores for that matter. So not wanting to question the powers at be I will leave it at that and just assume this is the way it is, they obviously know what they are doing and this is for the best.

And so my quest begins…