What is your favorite retreat from the world?

[iolaus_dw]

"Quality, not quantity!" laughed Hercules as he held up a fish large enough to feed a village.

"What's the exchange rate?" Iolaus pointed to the silver pile at his feet. "I've got a dozen fish here says I'm ahead by four pounds." A flash of light in the water, a quick spear thrust, and Iolaus triumphantly held up another prize. "Six pounds!" He plucked the squirming fish free and added it to the pile.

Herc looked down at his single catch then glanced at Iolaus' pile. "Well, I've still got something you don't have."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"I smell better."