Blonde, Nordic Girls. And us.

And now, for some background.

Erica and I first met in January of this year. When we first met, we both had other partners - I was in a rather brief fling, and Erica was introduced as the girlfriend of a friend of mine. Suffice to say that neither relationship lasted, but we kept in contact. I even brought her to Adelaide to play at my band's last pre-Europe gig. And when it all got too much, we had to actually talk about it.

I had planned by European excursion since late last year. When we got together, it was only one month before my departure. I told her it would be easy for me to keep chaste running around another continent, if she were prepared to wait for my return. She told me I would be missing out on all of these blonde, nordic girls. But I haven't, not at all - they have been captured in photographic form, along with many other things, on our Flickr:

flickr.com/photos/neitherblondenornordic

Have a look. I might even write some more about last night before the day is done. I will leave now, though, for I must go buy a better, non-scam phone card. I need to call someone quite special.