One day the glamour wore off, and he snapped. Two nights
in a Holiday Inn Express, where the first night he
could literally hear the guy in the next room
snoring, and the following night, where he could
hear someone in the OTHER room playing "drums" on
a wastebasket at midnight, must have finally pushed him over the edge.

His frequent flyer miles will be burnt, and the ashes
scattered over the sea.

(This picture is an example of what one can do when one is
completely bored out of one's mind, alone in one's hotel room
at night.)