Remember that weekend in Gotland? The one where we cycled 50km* in a day and I thought my ass would never forgive me?




I was thinking back to that weekend, and looking over the photos. Honestly, some places in the world are just so damn amazing that it's impossible to take a bad picture. Actually no, that isn't what I was thinking about, jeebus, I need to get my focus back (but hah, I have so many things to tell you about Soviet cows-- long story).

I was thinking how badly sunburned I got that weekend, so bad that my hands were sort of puffed up and it hurt to move. Well, I got that badly burned again a couple of weeks. It's only now that it looks like a normal bad-tan, still so noticeable that people comment (except that I've been inside the library for pretty much every daylight hour of the last 3 weeks, so NO, I didn't have a nice weekend at the beach), previously my chest was a bright red mess. I'll probably get cancer and I only have myself to blame.



*And I have photographic proof of that 50km, observe:
Exhibit (A). The start of the ride.

Exhibit (B). The point where we turned around, sans the detour we took to Lickershamn. Teehee, that name sounds deliciously naughty ;)


Wear sunscreen.