and the mome raths outgrabe

kemst þó hægt fari

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Sitting in the type of weather I perfectly hate: muggy, unmoving air, thick with plump mosquitos; and all I can think is: I miss Iceland. This is the black-sand beach where Jökulsárlón, the glacial lagoon fed by Vatnajökull, empties its iceberg shards into the Atlantic Ocean. The day I visited it was bitterly cold, hanging […]

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first stop: (not dying in) switzerland

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Switzerland was my friend's destination of choice to elope, and in a fit of travel lust I not-so-jokingly threatened to come with her, as did members of both her and his families, and that's how their elopement turned into a (modern) fairytale wedding and my trip to Europe was born. I expected to enjoy the […]

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social networking overload

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Croatia is, well, it's partially booked, and the rest of it is planned. That totally counts as progress. I'm going to be seeing Zagreb, the UNESCO listed Plitvice Lakes, and the Dalmatian coast. This strikes me as a most excellent way of spending some time. This weekend I also managed to book my flights to […]

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everything is overdue

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Somewhere along the way, it was forced to my attention that I'm leaving for Europe in two months' time. Well, at that point it was two months: it's now about six weeks. Do I have everything booked? No. Do I have anything booked? Well, sorta. A bit. I'm also due to depart for the US […]

away come away

on a winter's sunday i go

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So one of my tasks, pre departure for Europe, among the planning of itineraries and other such intricacies, is to find myself a bridesmaid dress. Internets, this is not really my forte. I have a picture of the dress I must match/complement but really, it's not like white is a difficult colour to match/complement so […]

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mission: climb a mountain is GO. well, born.

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This is a snap I took on Saturday, of the Australian landscape somewhere between Melbourne and Sydney rolling beneath the plane's wings, but it's a suitable enough backdrop to say it's official: I paid for my flights today. Switzerland, Austria, Slovenia and Croatia, I am on my way. (For those who've been already: what's unmissable? […]

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not since the holocene

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I may or may not have contracted some form of con lurgy despite barely managing an attendance. (Turns out a con in your home town? Surprisingly inconvenient. The dayjob expects you to earn your keep, instead of swanning around pretending you're a real grown-up writer.)1 So instead of actual, you know, content, on the producing […]