|East German vehicle, built like a brick shitter|
|I didn't realize I'd been to Ebeltoft 10 years earlier until I saw the Frigatten Jylland|
|Our temporary backyard in Havnbjerg|
|Double rainbow all the way|
I've done a fair bit of world travelling, and in all the places I've been, there is one universal theme. No, it's not camaraderie, hate, love, or anything like that. It's that there is always dried spit on the screen at ATMs. What the fuck is that about?