“What, on your own?”
“What, on your own?” is a phrase I heard, uttered in horrified tones, throughout my early twenties. My adventures to the likes of Helsinki, Bucharest, Vilnius and Trondheim were tame by the standards of internet travellers but by the standards of the people I encounter in day-to-day life, I might as well be venturing to… More “What, on your own?”