The passport that hid the truth
As I get a new passport for a forthcoming overseas trip, I reflect on passports, stamps and disappearing border posts.
As I get a new passport for a forthcoming overseas trip, I reflect on passports, stamps and disappearing border posts.
A passing comment to someone on Twitter a little while ago about how much I enjoyed Berlin despite being there only very briefly, got me thinking. Sometimes it’s all too easy to pass through places, to float in and out of them, and in doing so fail to scratch the surface, let alone dig deeply…
A wee post from the Faroe Islands, on a football-themed (and surprisingly sunkissed) trip to our northern neighbours in 2007.