I think the very IDEA of going home within my planned budget offends my sense of devilish Dionysian wildness—and if you do not cross over into devilish Dionysian wildness when on your travels, then there is no point in travelling. Trying to save money when on holiday (for me) is so completely self defeating and renders the whole holiday pointless. Beer is talking. Beer is winning. Skies turning slate grey. The snow will start soon. 123pm.