So, I get married next month. The call of the stag do/bachelor party looms large on the horizon. My best friends ‘plot my demise’…
At 4AM this Friday I will be whisked away somewhere not of my choosing. I know only three things; that it might be cold, that none of us have been there before, and that I provided my passport number – but is this a ruse? Only time will tell.
I am not allowed to pack my own bag for this three day trip, they are planning some obscenity for me. I am allowed to bring only five items to add to the bag that they are packing. Those five items include a pair of socks as two separate items.
Where I’m going has intrigued me for a while. It’s April, it can’t be that cold anywhere in Europe can it? High altitude, North, and East. Those are the prospective angles. I have my suspicions because I was also told that it was somewhere that none of us have been before. In Europe that doesn’t leave too much!
With some trepidation but a whole pile of excitement and curiosity I throw myself into this venture. What is certain is that I will have an excellent time, what is less certain is whether I will want to look at the photographs afterwards.