The truth about Bouvet Island

There has been some bewilderment on where I am. I am obviously in the Outpost. But, understandably, this is not enough for some readers, so they look the blog up in a directory. They come up with Bouvet Island, because this is how I have it listed. I was recently asked where Bouvet Island is.

Bouvet Island is antarctically cold, miserable and uninhabited, one of the most isolated places in the world. More isolated than Pitcairn (a very lonely place) or even Tristan da Cunha, of Wings of Desire fame. So, ‘Bouvet Island’ is just another trick of mine, as it is a place very different from here. However, the Outpost does feel like a lonely place, sometimes. Not last weekend, though, when Jorge and boyfriend visited and we threw a massive brunch on Sunday. I’ll be eating brunch leftovers for the rest of the week (too fatty for Jod’s tastes).

brunch

I will tell you about Yu’s terrible woes some other time. In the meantime, for those of you who liked the pictures, you know there are more, here for instance.

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