The journal of Paul M. Watson.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Wet feet

I no longer live on a continent.

That thought struck me the other day as I hurtled into the wide, blue yonder from Dublin airport.

I am quite aware that I live on an island but it never quite struck me that I wasn't on a solid continent. 26 years of Africa and now if I travel a couple of hundred kilometers in any direction I will get my feet wet.


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