Islands are special, at least the more isolated ones. I grew up on one with some old people who never left even for a weekend their entire lives. Back in the eighties it still took 10 hours on a ferry to get off the rock. Now it's down to 3 I think and now you can fly. About 50.000 residents.
It was beautiful. Had medieval a ring wall around it's "city" and runestones and viking burial grounds. We had this sporting even called Island Games where we got to go visit other islands, like Malta, Guernsey, Cyprus and other places.
Malta weed at the time was so good and I walked these ruins with a beautiful local girl and she spoke and I didn't understand shit she said but it was like I was high with the universe. More than 20 years later I still remember the feeling.
Haha Sorry. Just tried my new pipe out. It was sold as "Crack Pipe" in the shop because Portugal is crazy. But it's good for dabs on the go, but I feel too much like I'm doing real drugs with this.
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