Where in the world

For the last two, perhaps three years I've been lucky enough to experience some of the worlds most fabulous places. From watching Lady Liberty from the back of the Staten Island Ferry, having my hand kissed by a Centurian in the Collesseum, watching an incredible sunset on the middle of the Sahara Desert to swimming with dolphins in the Carribean sea, I've seen some things I wont forget in a hurry.
I love to travel. I know I'm one of billions to make that statement, but the different between myself and so many of those people is that what I mean by travel... doesnt mean sitting on some sun kissed beach tanning until im bronzed. No. By travel I mean experience. Obviously I will do all the things the tourists do, but I love nothing more than getting to grips with a culture I know nothing about, and emersing myself in different values and life experiences. If I'm paying good money to travel half way around the world, want to see it all, not just the inside of a hotel.
Learning new languages, tasting new foods, smelling new smells, seeing new things and doing something you would never normally do at home is what travelling is about.
It's completly acceptable to become a completly different person you leave your home country. In England I would never have the guts, let alone the opportunity to climb right up the middle of a waterfall, I would never learn to surf, I wouldn't be given the chance to swim with sharks. Yet as soon as you touch down in another country, everything, becomes an opportuinity. The world quite literally, becomes your oyster.
One of my personal favourite experiences was on my trip to Jamaica, less than a year ago. We were offered the chance to leave the Carribean beach and head inland up the mountains. And where did we end up? In no other than the final resting place of Reggae legend Bob Marley. We travelled to Nine Miles through hours of Jamacian Mountainside until we reached his former home and mausoleum. We were sang Bob's songs by men who knew him, got to play with his great grand children and ate jerk chicken from roadside huts. It was whilst making this trip that I realised how different Jamaica was from the coast to the mountains. Words dont do it justice, you would have to experience it to really understand what I mean. It's opportuinities like this that I count my blessings and thank God for.
There is so much in the world to do and I intend to do and see as much of it as I can.
So as I pack my suitcase ready for another trip, I wonder where in the world I can go thats even going to come close to last years adventure.