Advertisements It was around 4 a.m. when I arrived to my Faroe Islands apartment from the ferry terminal. I tip toe quietly, like a mouse, so I do not disturb anyone. Exhausted, I fall asleep quickly, excited to wake up in a few hours to see my surroundings in the light of day. I rollContinue reading “The Gonguturur route”
Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.