For a holiday out...

...it's Holiday Inn.

In a carpark island, a sycamore grows stuntily bonsai-style, its roots uplifted and twisted twixt concrete curbs.

Revelers stir.

Three rooms, one party.

But THE party was happening with the Flashbacks, once a showcase for singers like Carlos Hall, replaced with young "kids" rocking a New Year's Eve stage while...

...while Abdel, Larry, Terry and other hotel staff kept the party's overall structure intact and moving smoothly.

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, bodies bounced in a perennial Battle of the Sexes (or was that the game played in hotel rooms later on?).

Fun like there's only today/night.

A few drinks loosen daily inhibited behaviour.

Outside, valley thunder and lightning.

Inside, mountain dew and white lightning.

After dancing the night away, these old bones and joints will be creaking and popping for days to come.

Thanks to Katrina, Avanna, Terry and the rest of the smiling faces at breakfast this morning.

Time to pack up, check out and move on. Life in 2011 is calling!

If the Korean people can find peaceful solutions, is the prospect for peaceful coexistence of Israel and Palestine far behind?

After all, we're seven billion members of the same species.