… the Cristo Redentor isn’t the one on the Pao de Açucar? (which I probably misspelled)
Same for several others, I think there’s things in that 1000 list which are repeats. I got bored with it around Italy, had 50 at that point. Costa Rica was 4 out of 4; the Czech Republic also gave me quite a boost
Got 10 in the 100. Some of them I wouldn’t visit if you paid me. Got a cousin who’s climbed Everest over a dozen times, he does the Everesting for us lazybug relatives.
be able to speak Spanish at least semi-fluently.
have a job I enjoy at least most of the time.
learn all the math I didn’t pay attention to when I was in high school.
go to St. Petersburg.
go to the Comoros and see coelacanths.
see the Northern Lights.
visit the Taj Mahal.
visit the Alhambra.
visit Gates of the Arctic National Park in Alaska.
see a total eclipse of the sun.
see the transit of Venus.
visit Angkor Wat.
go on the haj. (This is really unlikely since I’m not a Muslim, but I want to anyway.)
visit the Bay of Fundy.
visit Iran.
I got bought out of the company that I helped found (a long story) and spent a year and a half traveling around the world.
Siam Sam, I took a cruise down the Three Gorges of the Yangtze before the dam was completed. It was one of those things that I had a chance to do before one of the most beautiful river gorges on the planet was inundated. From what I understand, it will be silted over within a relatively short period of time and is considered by some to be one of the greatest World Bank funding fiascos ever.
It cost me $42 for the cruise, the cheapest Chinese one I could find. There were 4 westerners on it. Conditions were primitive, to say the least. It was spectacular.
Before you die (sometimes right before) one must run for your life through the dark of night over unfamiliar land with pure fear as your fuel. If you make it, life becomes something totally different after that.
We kinda did that once — we were visiting the Badlands in South Dakota (which belong on a U.S. list, IMHO) and were walking on the trails in the grass as night fell. It got dark pretty quick, before we could get back to our car. It was really windy and as the wind shifted I could hear the bison we’d been watching, sounding awfully close to us, deep snorts and hooves; suddenly it occurred to me that they’d probably moved since we saw them last at a safe distance, and they could easily be right behind us on the trail.
It was too hilly to flat-out RUN, but you betcha we scooted outta there right quick!
The only one on the OP that I’ve seen is the Northern Lights.
I’ve run a few races, just 10k though.
Wow. Looking at that Modern Drunkard list, I’ve accomplished 24 of them, 25 if getting drunk with your father-in-law counts as getting drunk with your father.
<singing> Maybe someday I’ll go back again to Ireland…</singing>
Get a degree in a totally unmarketable field (like pre-Celtic Irish anthropology)
Get a pilots license
Visit certain ancient sites in England/Scotland/Wales/Ireland.
Write a novel
Only 19 of these. I thought it’d be higher, honestly. “Get drunk with dad?” HA! We’re Irish - I’ve gotten drunk with Gramma.
I’ve always wanted to go to Egypt–for as long as I can remember. I’ve almost felt it like a calling. Maybe someday I’ll go, though I can’t imagine (at least right now) ever being able to afford such a trip.
Additionally, I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland. I’m descended from Irish people. I’ve always felt a major connection there. Maybe because I like steak and potatoes and corned beef and cabbage so much. I once saw a documentary on this museum in Ireland that was out in the middle of nowhere–it was a museum of crystal or gemstones, just walls and walls of gemstones, and there was even a glass sculpture of a melting clock made by Salvador Dali. I HAVE to see that place, eventually.
But travelling aside, the one thing I would like to do before I die is publish a novel. I wrote my first when I was 17 and now can recognize it for the unrecognizable and offensive tripe that it is. But recently I went on a writing streak and completed 75% (400-500 handwritten pages) of a new novel, once much more balanced that kind of speaks to me. I don’t know why I can’t finish it. Maybe someday I’ll go on a writing streak and actually finish something.
publish a novel
get married
write and sell the screenplay of a horror movie
go to Barrow, Alaska twice - one week when it’s dark, and another when it’s light
You could use this book as a guide, although I think it’s short-sighted in many instances; for instance, it nearly completely misses the boat for Portugal.
)