It’s not a good thing when a gun-shot is the most predictable outcome of a meeting, but that’s the way it had always been with Bob and Larry; they just couldn’t express affection any other way.
Grey snow feels like wet salt: fluid. Walking through it feels unnatural, as if driving a sled or carving paths through dense jungle.
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 was wearing shorts and sandals, and a big sheet of plastic. I looked massively ridiculous and I did not care.
A poster on the bus advertised the heats for the local yodelling festival. Not the festival itself, but the pre-competition to allow people to apply for the competition itself.
Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.