It's a big world out there

Where would I go, if I had unlimited funds and time? (Or even some funds and some time). Can't stop dreaming of these magical faraway places:

• Greece. The islands of Mykonos and Lesbos, the white houses perched halfway up a cliff, the highest obesity rate in the world (will have to skip the dolmades), cerulean blue tourist pottery, island-hopping (watch for those dodgy boat operators), ouzo, motorbikes, lukewarm meals, the Meditteranean, a side trip to Cyprus and maybe a good few days prunifying in the blue blue sea.
• Hobart. Funky old pubs and government buildings have become hip hotels. Sheep. Snow. Getting rugged up in big jumpers and jeans. Fishing. Driving across the whole of Tasmania in a few hours. Cheese galore. Wineries. It's techically overseas.
• Iceland. Ice hotels, Bjork, hot-spring baths, moss, colourful buildings, dried fish, berries, the wickedly-cool Icelandic language, bi-and trilingual residents, hip new designers and architects and the endless twilight.
• Hong Kong. The remnants of colonial Britain...the fallen empire where China rules once again. Jackie Chan and the grandmasters of Hong Kong cinema. Chickens, dragons, smog, gentlemen's clubs, congee, tigers, ear pollution, karaoke, red bean curd, and the magnificent Hong Kong harbour. If it floats, you'll see it in their harbour. Or even if it doesn't float, as the case may be.
• Kuala Lumpur. Just to see the Petronas Towers, as featured in Entrapment, where Catherine Zeta-Jones and Sean Connery have to break in (and out) of the towers on New Year's Eve 2000. Look out for that nasty Y2K bug.
• Munich. Oktoberfest! Trashy fake tourist-Germany mixed with the real thing, like the pre-mixed Bellinis now exporting from New York versus a real ones freshly constructed at Harry's Bar. Germany is huge on summer beers: ones that mix with fruit, fruit syrup and other drinks and keep you cool and refreshed out in the beer garden. I had a great beer one evening in Bremen: it was a dark but fizzy stout in a long tall glass, mixed with strawberry syrup and with preserved syrupy strawberries floating within. They even gave me a straw.
• South Australia's Clare Valley. More wineries, gourmet produce, organically farmed meats, award-winning everything, teamed with lush farmlands, interesting local characters, cute B and Bs, and plus it never gets hot and humid like Brisbane.
• The United Arab Emirates. Dubai's fabulous Palm Islands and The World developments are too exciting never to visit. The boomingest boomtown of them all right now is Dubai and they know it. Hundreds of kilometres of extra coastline, billions of incoming tourist dollars and Trump's new tower smack in the middle of the whole thing. Sun, sand, and Islamic liberation in the Middle East.
• Morocco. Giant pyramid piles of spices. Rosewater. Dust, heat, head coverings, aromatic herbs, goats being led along on a string, praying to Mecca five times a day, French language, Arabic heritage and tiny rickety fishing boats.
• Barcelona. Fresh jamon and Almodovar: what other reason could you need?
• The Cook Islands. Ah, gently-lapping waters, sweet coconut breezes, prawn feasts, me with a new book and a new pair of cossies lounging sandside until that sunset, gaudy as a parrot, and all the time in the world.