I don't hate vacations. I hate traveling. And the more complex the traveling, the more variables and uncontrollable vectors there are that will come into direct conflict with my plans and expectations, the more I will hate it.
We're not going to ever invent teleportation. That's just not ever going to be a thing. But if I subscribe to the belief that the world stops existing when I'm asleep, the next best thing would be to just knock myself the fuck out for an entire trip. Think the shuttle to Fhloston Paradise in The Fifth Element: you show up, get on the shuttle, get in your little sleep cupboard, and you're put to sleep for the entire trip. Nobody reclining their seat into your lap, no passive-aggressive armrest battles, no chump in the window seat squeezing by you 12 times to go to the bathroom--sounds like the ideal transit to me.
In fact, I'll go one better. Those pods that all the truck rental companies have now where they dump it in your driveway, you fill it up, and then they show up and haul it to wherever you're moving to? Yeah, do that, except with people. The travel company drops off the coffins at your house. (They're going to be called something less death-related, like "Somnus Capsules", but, yeah, everyone's going to call them "coffins".) At the appropriate time, you get in, the coffin gasses you to sleep, the transport picks up you and your family and takes you to the transit craft, you get shipped to your destination, and they wake you up with gentle music, a back rub, and a frozen margarita.
Now, I'm sure there are going to be concerns with human trafficking with this mode of transportation, but let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater. We'll figure out a way to ensure that anyone getting into a Somnus Capsule is doing so of their own free will, and is 100% aware of the location to which they're being transported.
I, for one, would LOVE to go to sleep in a coffin in my driveway, not regaining consciousness until I got to Europe.
