The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Maybe it's some kind of farm or something...
I have now been here at TIOIS for three days. And every morning, when I get up and go out to the long porch that fronts the two buildings, the first thing I have seen a is really overweight (much larger than myself, and I'm not small) shirtless, slightly sun-burned man wearing dirty cargo shorts sitting on one of the many disintegrating couches and smoking what appears to be a joint. What is really strange though, is that every day, it's been a different man.
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