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The longest journey on Ice
By Christos in Winter Travel on May 2017
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older..
read the article →How to Spot the Northern Lights in The sky
By Christos in Travel on May 2017
Porchetta pancetta jerky, pig turkey landjaeger bacon prosciutto ball tip doner. Kielbasa pork belly brisket sirloin shoulder t-bone alcatra boudin prosciutto bresaola cow andouille bacon.
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A Journey Through Northen Europe
By Christos in Europe on May 2017
Porchetta pancetta jerky, pig turkey landjaeger bacon prosciutto ball tip doner. Kielbasa pork belly brisket sirloin shoulder t-bone alcatra boudin prosciutto bresaola cow andouille bacon.
read the article →Life is short and the older you get, the more you feel it. Indeed, the shorter it is. People lose their capacity to walk, run, travel, think, and experience life. I realise how important it is to use the time I have.
A Journey Through Alaska: The People We Meet
By Christos in Winter Travel on May 2017
Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The hats of the men were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders.
Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older. Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.
read the article →The Unknown Antarctica : An Interview with John langan
By Christos in Travel on May 2017
Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home; and she had never killed anything in all her life.
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