After everything that happened at home while I was away last, I haven't been too sure what my travel plans to be would become. Originally I'd planned on going to Thailand for about two months around November. But after last time, I didn't feel safe or confident in leaving my cats and home without me.
So since then, I've started thinking about places I can go for two weeks. I've been thinking of Morocco, especially since the cheapest way to get there is to fly to Paris first, so I'd get a few days in Paris then ten days in Morocco.
I've thought of heading down to Peru, to check out Machu Picchu. But if I head there, I need more than two weeks. So much to see, so much to do.
Yesterday I realized what was making this decision so hard: two weeks is like a vacation. I want another adventure. I just spent almost a week in Vegas, how could I go somewhere like Peru for only twice that time?
Today I decided FUCK IT. I have a trusted friend who I'm sure I could convince to take my cats for a month. And I want to go to Thailand. It's always been my dream, after Australia, and I just did that one. I'd decided against Thailand because I've figured I need at least two months, ideally three months there, because with everything else being so close, I'd want to go to Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Indonesia.... the list goes on.
But I can do Thailand for one month. Skip the other countries and just do the one I've been dying to see. So FUCK IT, I'm going. Just checked out prices and the flights are reasonable. Going to aim for November 1-30. As pretty much every flight stops in Hong Kong, I might try and delay my layover and spend a few days there as well, since I'll already be there.
Five months away.... oh well, it's not that long, and at least Ottawa/Montreal is pretty fucking awesome in the summertime!
