An outlet for personalised verbiage, mostly concerning the necessity of travel (with an emphasis on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage), music, culture, liberty and the absurd.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Room to swing a car, Camino '05
Until you've slept in a half-derelict gym after trekking through 28kms of Spanish forest, you don't know the meaning of fun. Especially when you have a hirsute, didgeridoo-playing German, a cute Swedish teen and a wandering Jew for company.
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