I’m back from the festival in Hultsfred, an annual event that died last year but got resurrected by the Scorpio necromancers to once more lay waste to the shores of lake Hulingen. Since Arvika festival was canceled a few weeks ago, this was one of the few places left in Sweden for festival concerts.
Entries with tag ”erasure”
"Hundreds of houses were quickly build, but unfortunately all of it was burned to the ground in 1611 by Danish forces."
"My weary feet has reached Valparaiso. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions."
"I tried my best to sneak across the building, but the floor revealed me each time. I suppose I would make a lousy ninja."
"A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu. I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas."
"Not too bad to wash it all down with a local Txakoli, the young white wine typical of the Basque country."
"Even though the main town is surrounded by mountains with names such as Sulphur Mountain, it is as far away from Mordor as one could imagine."