However, it did occur to me the other day, when being driven through the Cambodian countryside by a long-fingernailed tuktuk driver named Spider, that that's exactly what I've been having. Four weeks travelling solo has been amazing - I've covered parts of Thailand, a chunk of Laos and a tiny smidgen of Cambodia. And to quote another brilliant film, herewith a few of my favourite things from my trip:
Dragonfruit; cycling around the Wats of Chiang Mai; fruit shakes; learning to make Khao Soi, and Tom Yum Soup with prawns; being told I had "very good english" by a Thai woman who inquired after my nationality; supercharging Laos iced coffees with Thai whiskey; Playing drinking games with Beer Laos down the Mekong river on the slow boat; trying Buffalo Larp; learning to make Fish Amok; acquiring the no-nappy-wearing 8 month old baby of my taxi driver for the afternoon; daily fresh pineapple; rejecting all previous fashion snobbery for harem pants and tights-as-pants; street food spring rolls; cute little designer shops in Siem Reap and the weekend market in Bangkok; releasing lanterns into the sky on the bridge on new years eve; having a French kiss at midnight; mangy kittens and pregnant dogs; pad thai; going tubing in Vang Vieng but not making it into the water; red bull vodka buckets; the people; waking up with fluro orange paint all over myself after a night of Laos whiskey and snooker, with very little recollection of much; banana roti pancakes with condensed milk and chocolate sauce; having some extremely close calls negotiating squat toilets after a few too many Chang beers; sticky rice and mango; barbecued fish; noodle soup; traveller's bling of bracelets and beads; getting a tan on Koh Chang; running into friends from home on Khao San Rd and catching up over panang curry and mojito buckets; getting lost on the way to Angkor Wat, but having amazing wood fired pizza and beers after cycling sunrise to sunset; running into the same Aussies three days in a row and discussing the intricacies of bacon and volunteering; buying 5 pairs of ridiculous sunglasses; having my first sober spew in a very long time; manicures and massages, beer in hand; the sunsets; the freedom.
The list goes on. Now though, home. Tanned, tired and happy.