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In Which I Forget To Write Thousands Of Words About My Day
July 5, 2008 by Mike
Otranto
A day spent topping up the tan. I'm much to busy to type.
After this, I have to head north: I have a date 1000 kilometres and more away.
More in the next couple of days ;-)
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Here's one of the gate-keepers at the campsite. Over the din of the cicadas, he told me he'd be checking out the website, and wished me well: a most friendly and welcome gesture. Grazie!
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