Official confessions

I finally found a reason to keep a diary.

It's called a £404 flight from Helsinki to Bangkok on a cold February morning, a £45 flight from Bangkok to Denpasar and a 90 minute drive from the airport to a remote location. God knows what after that. And the four months preceding it; a nine-to-five job, dullness and bad lipstick.

Photos, useless sentences, enough to suffocate you, whatever; you know the deal. surfingissin.blogspot.com.