It is fun at times to think of possible holiday destinations, especially to exotic locations. Then the god above, Mr Visa, frowns down upon you and says no.
Rio? I think so. Laos? Yeah. Constantinople, or whatever it is now called, and all those men baths? Oh yeah. Latest thought was Egypt. Next thought was must ask an Egyptian at work about how to get there. I then corrected myself.
Almost anywhere off the beaten Quaintarse track we Aussies want to go to, especially in an western direction, we go via Bangkok or Singapore. Such a hardship.