Excellent, I get to build a tunnel.
Problem is, I live in New Zealand. We’re so far removed from half the world that you need a time-warping, space-bending tunnel if you want to go to Europe, which is where I would like my tunnel. Let’s say it brings me to England so I can always pay homage to Shakespeare and Chaucer first. Think of it as my own pilgrimage.
Wouldn’t Chaucer be proud?
And from there I can roam to a variety of other cities and countries. I hear rumours of buses and trains that go throughout Europe very cheaply. I’ve had some form of wanderlust for years, I suspect it’s only going to get worse now I’m not in study. I’ve read books, okay, I’ve seen pictures. In times gone by I would sit online happily Googling the winter Christmas (so jealous; I’m sure I remember a barbecue Christmas one year) and I would very much like to experience it once.
This tunnel would be an all-access pass to some of the biggest things I dearly want to see.
… Y’know what, I’m going to go create a travel wishlist.