it's rather a strange thing to see your cousin get married, especially one so close in age.
it's even stranger when the ceremony is in finnish.
and add to that a singing priest.
some bugs.
spiked non-alcoholic punch.
english-speaking guests that know about 3 words in finnish.
finnish-speaking guests that kindly attempt to communicate in english.
a 16km bicycle ride.
and a sleazy uncle-of-the-bride.

it's been a strange few days.

upon my return to brighton:
fun with my new best friend.
and while i'm at it, i think i'll move into his house.
photographs from my earlier travels.
maybe a new website.
and definitely a night out with mr scruff.