Roaming Wild Wednesday

If you had to spend the next 24 hours roaming the world, what would you do?

I'd wake up to drums in South Africa early in the morning just before sunrise and drink hot chocolate with rusks as I watched leopards, zebras and elephants passing by. I'd run naked out of my tent and dive head first into the tropical warm waters of the Maldives just as the sun edged over the horizon, the warm sunlight kissing my skin precisely as I made contact with the water, with flashes of all shades of blue and silver bubbles starting my day with a fizz. Just after I hit the water I'd have my close friends splash in with me and play an impromptu water polo game with or without a ball.

We'd bodysurf onto the beach as a rain storm arrived to rinse us clean and then walk straight into a Parisian pâtisserie for a breakfast of pastries to-die-for. We’d then step out into the great outdoors of Jotunheimen, Norway, to climb a mountain, following to its source the river which twists its way though rock channels, splashing high into the air as it hits boulders in its steeply downwards path. When we reach the top we'd see deep blue lakes below, still covered in ice fracturing in the summer sun and from the rocky peak we'd step onto leftover snow cover and slide our way back down, landing in a sporty convertible to cruise along the Amalfi Coast (Italy) continuing on to an Italian lunch in seaside Sorrento to the north. A post-lunch walk would follow, through the rainforest to a remote Byron Bay beach (Australia) for a siesta in the warm shade and then a wake up swim at the same beach. As we surfed to the shore we'd find ourselves now in Rio, Brazil and in time for a beach volleyball match against some local talent. Refreshments on tap.

When it all gets too hot we'd take in the cool of a London gallery that fits our mood for the moment, then sunset drinks in a Vancouver Bar, because we can and there's no smoke there. From there it's off to New York, where we find individually tailored clothing that's so hot it's sparking, and dine somewhere that serves the best food and has the best service (I'm going to have to trust some locals for advice on this one) but in which we are completely overdressed - before heading to a quirky off-broadway theatrical production designed to entertain, delight, move and inspire. Stepping out of the theatre The Frenchman and I would step into our Venetian gondola for a night time exploration of the streets of Venice. Deposited in a tropical bungalow on some remote beach we’d snuggle up in a huge bed with crisp linen and stare at the moonlit waves breaking on the beach. Rain would return and pour down creating a hypnotic dance on our roof and steadily extinguish the burning torches surrounding the bungalow as we head off to sleep.