Because One Pancake Day Is For Wimps

“Nice to read you, to read you nice” – if you didn’t read that in Bruce Forsythe’s voice, and you’re from the UK then you don’t have my permission to read any further in this blog. I don’t care what your excuse is. You’re not allowed. February 23rd was Jade’s birthday, reaching the horrendously old…

Sex, Drugs, and Genitive Case

Welcome to the Motherland! So I’ve spent my last week in the land of dill, vodka, dill, genitive case, dill, Putin, and dill. I arrived in St Petersburg on February 16th, following a lovely train journey from Helsinki; I had the entire carriage to myself because I thought €10 extra was fine for a first…

The Finnish Line

There might be too many pictures in this, but I had a REALLY hard time narrowing down which ones to use because there are so many ones which I love too much. After the tiring trips round Copenhagen and Stockholm, I was beginning to feel a bit Scandinavia’d-out by the 14th, but I couldn’t be…

Sweden Sour Chicken

No, this post has nothing to do with chicken, I just couldn’t think of a better pun about Sweden. Considering that these blogs are about Scandinavia in February; they’ve so far featured much less cold than I would’ve expected them to. If you’re as cold-hearted as I am, then there’s only bad news I’m afraid,…

Horse, Take Me To Russia (Slowly)

Hej Hej! As some of you may know, I’m doing a groovy little road trip between England and Russia. This is partly because I’m not the biggest fan of flying the world has ever seen, and also partly because I had some spare time, so why not see something interesting on the way rather than…

It’s The Final Countdown

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo. There we are, I do hope we all thoroughly enjoyed that little sing-song, not onto the serious business. For those of you who may not have known, I went back to Spain for a mere nine days…

Etxera Noa!

I’m Going Home! So this is my final post of 2013 detailing what I’ve been doing, I won’t be doing any when I’m home, because I’m quite sure that’s not nearly as interesting, and most of you will be able to keep up to date with me much easier back in Blighty. This paragraph is…