In Perranporth I went to a hairdresser to finally get my hair cut again. The last time I had done that was four months ago in New Orleans, where I had visited a barber shop – resulting in an Army-style short haircut and a deep trauma that prevented me from getting my hair cut ever since then… But that’s a different story. So I finally got over that trauma before it could develop into a full-grown phobia and saw…
Sorry we’re a bit late with our updates but it turns out that Cornwall seems to have the worst internet conection of all the places we’ve been to in the past 6 months. So in the past few days we’ve made it from St. Ives to Perranporth. We stopped for the nights on a campsite in Gwithian, in a well-hidden youth hostel in Portreath, on another campsite in St. Agnes, and in a self-catering appartement in Perranporth. On…
Imagine the worst possible beginning for a long-term hike. That’s what we got. As soon as we jumped off the bus that got us from Penzance to Land’s End, where we wanted to start, we got a warm welcome by a heavy rain shower. Well, we started anyway. The shower stopped, but it didn’t really stop raining, it was drizzling more or less for the next couple of hours. We passed some nice lookouts with certainly beautiful views – unfortunately,…
