I'd love to take one of those yuppie adventure tour deals you see in Outside Magazine. You know: Horsebacking Through India, Trekking The Caucasus, Safari Through Masailand, Mongolian Stir Fry in the Gobi Desert.
Despite the roughing it nature of these trips, the accommodations are supposedly very nice. Hell, I even think the tents are air-conditioned, and the dining is exquisite.
One exception, however: I would like for the other adventurers to carry me around on one of those sedan chairs. This one looks comfy:
I tend to get blisters on long walks, and I don't want to be a bother to my fellow adventurers, bitching about the lack of fucking Epsom Salts. You know, I like to sightsee, view the vistas as much as the next person, but they used to have a name for this type of enforced hiking: Bataan Death March, the Trail of Tears, the Long March.
I think seeing the high plateaus of Nepal in a palanquin, toted by overstressed stockbrokers and attorneys, would fucking rock. But that's just me.
I wonder if the TSA allows bullwhips on aeroplanes...