Playboy's Guide To A Continental Holiday

Playboy's Guide to a Continental HolidayWhat am I doing here? Sitting inside an aluminum pod, 29,000 feet high and traveling at 600 miles per hour toward Stockholm. Below me are neat Danish farms and, a few inches ahead, a disembodied hand waving the flight-information sheet languidly over the seat back.We are a restless generation and a trip halfway across the world is hardly a cross to bear but, rather, a prestigious mark of wealth or power or status. Don't tell me it's educational; I've been...