So I’m sitting there, thinking about my underwear. A few steps away is a giant chess board and a hot tub. In the evening I will be served large quantities chocolate cake, along with ice cream, for free. But it is about my underwear that I am thinking, when I finally ask myself: What’s the…
Category: Travels
Visual Riddles: California
Was this breakfast hastily abandoned, or mindfully intended for another day?
Visual Riddles: Iceland
In Húsavík, it wasn’t uncommon to see a full can of beer half-buried in the snow. You might wonder: why not use the fridge? but sometimes it’s too far away, and it’s easier to just pick up your beer on the way to wherever you plan to drink it (apparently). It’s a practice I’m sure…
Song for a Punch in the Face
And once your clothes are soaked through, your money is dampened to pulp, and there is no prospect of finding any reprieve from being both wet and cold, you have to just keep singing. Because if you don’t, you might explode.
And because you have to remind the Universe that you’re still here.
Back in Compass, Drunk on Pen. Pants Quest: CONCLUSION
It should here be noted that all four new pens were obtained on a Thursday, which some of you might consider spooky … Kind of like how I only acquire new hats on days that I eat pizza, or how it rains if I step outside.
Pants and Peanuts
DAY 299 On Saturday I ate half a pound of peanuts. On Sunday I did the same. This food was supplemented by the complimentary breakfast that came with my hostel1; along with a Lindor Chocolate2 on Saturday and two apples on Sunday. On Sunday evening I walked back to my bed in the cold and…
Pants Quest. Broken Sandals. Poo in my Foot
My pants and sandals are falling apart. You may or may not be aware that I take great satisfaction in repairing things, and while I don’t claim to be good at it, I am usually good enough. And ‘good enough is perfect’ as they say, so by this philosophy you could argue that I am…
The True Cost of Justice (is a fork in the hand)
The simple act of eating ice cream can lead to all kinds of insights…
without a carrot…
Building a snowman all by yourself. Because your friends are lame, your parents are busy, and snowmen are awesome. Building a snowman isn’t quite as easy as we all seem to think. You might be saying: “I made snowmen when I was 5!” True. But your Dad was helping you. And when you were older,…
The Name of the Sherp
…instead of stopping for lunch on the sunny flat trail with a view, the organizers will choose to hike into the brush and set up our picnic on sloping damp ground, where the canopy will drop foliage into our food, block the sun, and obscure the view. We will be sitting next to a (supposedly) dead grenade from the French war.