I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.
An old man stands, pontificating. His thumbs are in his belt loops; his chest is puffed out. He issues pronouncements on all sorts of things, oblivious to the fact that no one is listening.
Not simply content with rambling opinion pieces, I am now in to recounting events from my life for the purpose of entertainment.
Paris was always going to be a let-down, surely? Tourist traps and over-priced hidden extras.
I don’t think the Faroese understand that they attract tourists; I don’t think they see themselves as worthy. They are wrong.
Iceland: A land of wonder, story and song. Get yourself there, and don’t forget the hot dogs.
I feel very strongly about a lot of things: it often makes me think I hate people and things I actually know very little about.