I realise now my second Golden Age of travelling really finished in December 2016. These two poor trips to Brussels in January and April this year just put the final nail in it. That last night in Brussels on the way back from Vienna in December, and that magnificent f**k with Brazilian Diane is a fitting end to my second golden age. I have had two big fights in my life, the fight to win --, and now the fight to reduce my debts to a manageable level. If I HAD stopped travelling after --'s Birthday in August last year what would I have missed out on? Just two trips actually, but really exciting ones, October to Brussels for whole week, second time with Inna, and then met the incredible Leyla. Then December Diane and later that night finally had a private dance with Jennifer in Empire. That is why it is hard to stop! But I have done it. Also question idea of getting a flat all the way out in --. At the end of night out in London I again just want to be able to jump on 87 night bus in Trafalgar Square and know it is just a direct bus ride back to my little nest. Crazy to live all way out in --, especially now I have lost all interest in --.*** Another reason my first golden age was so rampant and pleasurable was the exchange rate was around £1 to 1.50 euros, so every £200 brought me 300 euros. Every £400 brought me 600 euros, so I felt so rich and so free to go in one club after another. With the exchange rate now no more than 1.17, £200 only brings me 234 euros. It makes a massive difference. Remember how almost every time I get the train on to Vienna and then come the long journey back, I always say I wish I had stayed in Brussels the whole time. JUST going to Brussels in December would also save me so much money.