Travelling sounds like a dirty word. Images of smelly dreadlocked vagabonds with beads on their wrists and canadian flags on their bags come to mind. my rambling to date has been a little more refined, in fact,i dont think i can bear to look at fois gras or soft cheese for a few weeks, over done it you see,oh the hedons life.

 I have been very lucky to be very well recieved by friends and family and in all honesty, i felt i was cheating a bit. I craved a little more rawness, and to find those special kind of personalities that seem to flourish in the dregs of accomodation, the haloed hostel.

"10 beds in a room?, thats a bit nice for me. throw me in the 18 thanks" ( should increase the odds of finding liberal minded swedish snow bunnies, with yoga licences and neck down alopecia) 

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well thank you chamoniard volant for delivering. id have taken snow bunnies, but the entourage you produced was nothing short of magnificent. Ill leave you with a few photos of beautiful people trying as hard as they can to look unbeautiful, all the while, drinking as much as they can to try and look beautiful to each other...I think

To Ryan, Colin, Chris, Max, Jason, lynn, stephen, julia, emilie, wendo. thank you you crazy bastards