Travel writing...
It's the duck's nuts.
Best job so far:
Business class flight to Hong Kong, picked up at the airport by a chaffeur driving a Rolls Royce, taken back to the city with a brief stop on a bridge to drink champagne and watch the fireworks competition, then on to The Peninsula and into a Superior Room (huge suite, views over Hong Kong Harbour, quite incredible, google it), butler hangs up my clothes while I freshen up, cocktails in the bar where the manager says "how about this view!" as a helicopter appears in front of the window... so we're led up to the helipad and given a tour over the city (saw Jackie Chan's House!) then back to dinner in the kitchen (it's THE most exclusive place to eat there), back for a few drinks then to sleep in a bed about the size of my living room at home.
The next day was even more surreal, then the third day, fly home.
Travel has never been quite the same since.
S
( difficultchild, Fri 29 Jul 2011, 12:53, 2 replies)

Damn!
I'm job searching right now-any chance you'll take me on?
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 1:32, closed)

Sadly
I don't do it any more... *sigh*.
God I had some luxurious bloody trips though. Staying at Aspen in a five star hotel with a "snow valet" who brought my skis out every morning and laid them pointing at the slope so all I had to do was walk up and lift a foot, he'd brush off the snow, clip it in for me, repeat for the other foot then give me a gentle nudge toward the lift.
At the end of the day I'd ski to the lodge, step out and just walk off, he'd collect, clean and store them away while someone else massaged my legs and brought me a drink. And in fact I just remembered another... excuse me..
( difficultchild, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 6:54, closed)