From the category archives:
My German language skills could use some work but I had always thought, just privately, that I could read the hell out of a menu. In fact, I pride myself on being able to read a menu in far more languages than I can actually speak – it is after all, the most important skill for travelling, hangrrr-fighting crusaders the world over.
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Errr…Or maybe 4 or 5 steps! With another video! With some waffling in between! And my friend the pimple that looks like another head! Sorry, I’ll stop with the exclamation marks now.
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This soup has nothing to do with a line of men walking to mosque in the dark but I wanted to tell you about them, because the breeze which has been so warm and springlike of late, has tickled my brain and this is what it regurgitated.
I used to rent a little red house with a tin roof in a village in the south of Thailand where the local population is largely Muslim. The island we lived on was ringed by resorts and bungalows of varying degrees of poshness but Ban Jet-li was a collection of no more than 15 houses set only slightly inland, though it felt miles away.
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