Everyday

Further travel excerpts: 11-12 August, 2008:
Tørshavn - raining and dark, three days of drinking and partying, only to end in this self imposed exile. The flight was okay, and the bus dropped me off in good order - albeit tired. I was left entirely to my own devices to my hostel, and then to find the room. After an hour of complete frustration in this warren, I discovered the room outside! the area it vaguely indicated. It appears to be some variety of attic-cum-loft-dormitory. It is sparse, but more than adequate. I am alone with my thoughts and ghosts. The sea is rough, but the lighthouse is shining into the harbour.

*I woke up to that 'photograph' (Tørshavn harbour).