In a little over a week I'm leaving for PATAGONIA! and will be roaming around the bottom tail of South America for about a month. Which means, as some of you know, it is prime hunting season for postcards.
Should you desire a wild and angry postcard to make a nest in your letterbox, feel free to ping me a postal address, and I shall endeavour to see your letterbox thus invaded.
Now, that's more than enough typing for me. Time to put some pants on and do responsible adult stuff.
If you should happen across the Welsh community in Patagonia, send me a postcard from there. :D
ReplyDeleteverification: boozedd. yeaaaahhh.
Yes please to Patagonian postcards! I believe you have my postal address already.
ReplyDeleteAlso, you know, responsible adult stuff can be done without pants on. I'm just saying.
Be careful of those Patagonian Welsh; what I hear, they're all crazy cross-timeline Madeleine L'Engle characters down there. You sure don't want to wander into A Swiftly Tilting Planet by mistake.
ReplyDeleteBut: Patagonia! Kick ass. And take lots of pictures.
Ah, Patagonia! The only place outside of Wales that my native tongue is any use. I wonder if they speak Welsh with an outrageous Spanish accent? That would be good.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I'm going near Gaiman, Jaime, but I'll keep an eye out.
ReplyDeleteOh I know (re: pants), but you know, the wearing of pants makes responsible adult stuff even more responsible adult.