The Holiday of Justice

There is one guy from North-Eastern Belorussia who just left his country on a holiday for the first time of his life. He dined in Venice, Prague and Budapest, sun baked on small tropical islands in Micronesia, attended a coming of age ceremony in a Ghanian village, looked down upon the world atop Mount Aconcagua in the Andes and wrested a polar bear in the Artic- and won. Besides this rare and perhaps all too fictional character, I have just had the best Holiday in the World. A holiday so excellent that from this moment forth it shall be capitalised and described as "The Holiday of Justice".

Where was this finest of weeks spent I hear you think, jaws gaping at the prospect of such wonder? Why, the very place that victory holidays have been spent for Millenia; Misr... Aegypten... the ancient and ever glorious Egypt. Such a Holiday cannot be described in a single post, especially as I am now stealing a few minutes off from a busy agenda in Finland, but upon my return to R'dam next week I will recall many of the precious pearls of experience The Holiday did provide. For now I can only describe it as the feeding of the flame of life that burns within, the replenishment of a weary traveller, and the opener of eyes grown tired.

This unique combination of chillaxing, education, exposure to real cultural diversity, wonderful conversation, the finest foods and serene and life changing places standing amidst the very milestones of history, was made possible by one man. This man is, and forever shall be, my brother of the spirit. More than any other I know he truly lives in the world. A man who continually challenges me, teaches me, and keeps me rolling on the floor and laughing endlessly. A true Taoist, though he knows it not, I am happy to walk this path with him through many more wonderful places. Thomas Quincey Gara, I salute you.