Adventure tourism? Gosh. It isn’t adventure if you know where you’re going to sleep that night. Or even if you’re going to get to sleep somewhere. When you think about it, though, none us knows for sure where we’re going to sleep tonight, or if we’ll still be alive to do this sleeping. Life itself is an adventure, forget about your diving holidays. It’s all in the mind. Darn it. Life is life, and it’s always what you make of it. If you want it to be an adventure, it’s an adventure. And if you don’t want it to be an adventure, it’s still an adventure anyway.
I once read a report that claimed a sizeable number of men known to have died while having sex were having sex, at the time, with someone other than their wives. You tell me: Is this an argument for or against adultery?