One of my best, most enduring memories is the trip I took with my Dad the summer of 1974. I was at home after my sophomore year of college (working in the public library as a "page") and my older sister was getting married in October. The house was in an uproar with the planning, and Dad announced one day that he and I would take a trip to get away from wedding hysteria. He booked a first class tour through Northwest Orient airlines to Japan, Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, and Hong Kong. On the way home we stopped in Honolulu and stayed on Waikiki Beach for a couple of days so he could visit the Arizona Memorial (he enlisted in the Army Air Corps after Pearl Harbor). We then flew to L.A. for a few days and visited an aunt in Pasadena. All told we were gone 5 weeks. We shared a room with two beds everywhere we went and dressing and such can be done very modestly by taking clothes into the bathroom, etc. It was a small tour and most of our fellow travelers were from Puerto Rico and they were very nice, great fun. There was another father/daughter from Miami Beach and the daughter and I palled around together a bit and left our fathers to socialize at times (not that my over-protective Dad would have let me go out at night in someplace like Bangkok!). Oh, it was a blast. My Dad and I were 50 years apart in age btw but he had more of an adventurous spirit and joie de vivre than I ever had at 20 or any time since.