I intensely dislike it being used in relation to having cancer, because when I think of a journey it's in the context of a planned trip, something you want to do and you're looking forward to all the great adventures ahead.
Having cancer is like being told you're going to Bulgaria, and that's not a place that's held any attraction for you, in fact you don't want to go to Bulgaria but you don't have the choice. You're told you'll be in Bulgaria for over a year, it starts right now and you'll probably feel like crap for big chunks of that year, occasionally you'll get a break but only for a couple of weeks. You know your real life is going to be put on hold and this year is all going to be about bloody Bulgaria
Once you're there a while, you're kind of surprised that Bulgaria hasn't been too bad so far but all the time thinking, jeez I never wanted to be here in the first place and there's no way I'm coming back. Just get me thru this and I'm out of here.
By the way, I have been to the real Bulgaria a loooong time ago, that wasn't my choice either. My original tour got cancelled and I had to book with another company, although that trip did turn out to be one of the best things in my life.
Bulgaria doesn't hold happy memories due to the worst road side public toilet stop I've ever experienced, cockroaches in the food, cockroaches in the hotel rooms and drinking games with Bulgarian champagne and Malibu. Don't try hungover sightseeing in a city you never wanted to go to in the first place.
This is probably really unfair to Bulgaria, you've probably changed since 1992, perhaps I could be persuaded to visit you again, on an "all expenses paid, no cancer treatment involved, give me your best shot" terms only
And Andrea, just a reminder, leave Hotel fire hoses alone.
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