Fe Fi Fo Fum, Come Taste The Blood Of An Englishman

Welcome ladles and jellyspoons, to an epic tale of a faraway land of searing heat, flesh eating monsters and shops closed on Sundays. It is, of course, time for me to bore you with ramblings of the last week of my year abroad. Aren’t you a lucky bunch?* (Answer: yes) The end of last week,…