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It was bound to happen. This evening I was on a short bike ride around St. Gallen. About 3/4 into the ride I made a familiar turn and wiped out. Not just five minutes earlier I was day dreaming how lucky I am to not have fallen over the years. The intersection is normally asphalt [...]

(30 July – 11 August 2005) It smells like fish. This was my first thought as we deboarded the plane in Keflavik, Iceland. Keflavik is about an hour drive from the capital Reykjavik and is home to the nation’s only international airport. The airport’s existence owes itself to the Americans who opened a military base [...]