How to get to the Faroe Islands

To get from Almería to the Faroe Islands is a relatively simple affair. You catch an elderly and slightly decrepit plane run by Primera air, and sit on the tarmac for half an hour waiting for a French Air controller to get off his fat arse, all the time studying your neighbouring depressed Danish fellow passengers. When you eventually get to BLL, an airport somewhere in Denmark whose name I never did learn, you spend Continue reading How to get to the Faroe Islands

Geology comes wild

What to do on a calm weekend? Over breakfast, as I fruitlessly delved into the fridge for something to eat as the missus cooked up her carnivorous desayuno, I popped this question. (No, not that question. Dirty boy). To my surprise, I was met with a firm decision to visit the basalticas of Cabo de Gata. Now, I was convinced that you could only see them underwater. But after a check with geologist-supreme David Monge, I was Continue reading Geology comes wild