Foreign

Quite odd being in Hemel . We may as well have been from Mars or something. I think we would have had less wide-eyed stares and questions about local delicacies (deep fried mars bars were asked about and refuted*) if we had been telling people we were from Ulan Bator or Timbuktu or something.

The language barrier was quite amusing though. Laughed my socks off when I came across the Keech** hospice shop in the main drag. I am not sure whether the hospice was keech or just the shop because I didn't investigate it too closely.

*Supposedly a chippie near me does them but people think we are all eating them for breakfast or something.

**Shit

300mm f5.6