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Recuperate & Bay of Kotor Abi: Ah! another 52 Weeks in which Abi and Sebastian are thrown off kilter because one of them is travelling. When I think about this project and all its similarities and contrasts, I am always amazed we managed to keep it going the way we do. Every Sunday, we upload our respective images in readiness for the following day, regardless of where we happen to be. It’s part of my week and it’s pretty weird…

I’m going to run out of Norway-related gasms before I actually get there, I can tell. My flights are now booked, though — I’ll be departing England on the 18th of March, and I’ll be in Norway until the 4th of April. I have just one month to prepare for a rather impromptu excursion. I don’t have the gear — the clothes, the snow boots! — nor do I have anything other than a bunch of couches to sleep on…

(Seagulls!!) “I need to go to the loo!” She spoke with an East London accent as she dragged me by the hand through the crowd of the festival. Was this it? After two weeks of tantalisingly close encounters would my first taste of female Faroese flesh take place in a portable toilet? Rather than choosing which variety of condom would I instead have to choose which of the 10 toilets would be our destination? “You wait here!” I pouted; it…

My trip to the Faroe Islands was inspirational. It wasn’t a roller coaster of excitement. It wasn’t a sun-drenched getaway. I didn’t sleep a lot, nor did I feast on exotic fruits fed to me by sun-kissed maidens — in fact, all I ate was meat and potatoes. The Faroe Islands were educational. Eye-opening and and interesting. The Faroe Islands are unique in that they’re the smallest Western nation in the world. 45,000 people spread out across an archipelago of…

No time to sort through photos, let alone try to get some up on Flickr and the blog! But here I am anyway, if only for a few short sentences. We had CLEAR SKIES today; the first time since I got here! It was only the second time I’ve seen the sun in the last 11 days (and this is ‘good weather’ apparently…) Anyway, clear skies meant it was finally time to get out into the open seas and see…

I know I’ve referred to ‘my host’ a few times now. I also know that a few of you think it’s a girl! And that I’m ‘away getting some international poontang’. Well, to the handful of you that jumped to such a despicable conclusion, SHAME ON YOU! Actually it’s a he (and he is flexible but that’s because he’s a gymnast). In fact, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m actually getting so little ‘inbred booty’ (obviously not my turn of…