Episode 13: That Time I Heard Ice Crack And Creak

365 Dates of Travel Podcast

Transcript for Episode 13: That Time I Heard Ice Crack And Creak

This week we’re going to be talking about stories from the March chapter of the book 365 Dates of Travel: The first six months. March is the longest chapter in the book, and there were so many amazing trips in March. There’s going to be way too much to talk about that there’s no way I can mention everything that’s going to have happened in March. But the stories from this chapter include a very brief story in England in 1997, and then lots from my 1998 trip that includes everything from travelling from Belgium to France and then onto Spain, into Gibraltar and across to Africa in Morocco. The 1998 Africa trip is the next best favourite trip after the 1992 America trip. We’ve also got Finland in 2013. Great trip. Poland, 2017. Awesome trip. America 2019. And Portugal, which I squeezed in just before the Pandemic in 2020. 

Europe and Africa 1998

But let’s start with the 1998 trip. I didn’t start in Africa. I started in London earlier, before the March chapter. But I went travelling through Europe on my way to Africa. So for the month of March, I was catching a bus from Belgium to Paris. Back in those days, trains were not that common in my travelling. Buses were far cheaper than the trains, so everything was done by bus. 

We crossed over the border into France from Belgium and I was very upset there was no visa check, passport check, nothing. As an Australian at the time, we had to get a Shengan visa, which the first one you get looks amazing in your passport. It was a full page visa. I had to get it. So I got it, I paid for it; I had it in my passport and nobody bothered to look at it. I found that really annoying. If you’re going to make me pay for it, then at least look at it. It happened again, or the check didn’t happen again when I also went from France to Spain. So it was very annoying that I’d paid for this visa and no one looked at it. 

Passport stamps

Like I said, the first one I got was actually a nice thing in my passport. It looked very fancy. But over time, I got so many of them in my passport that it actually made the passport look ugly because they were all exactly the same. Never mind. But yes, we did like collecting stamps in our passports because it was a badge of pride. You could hang around at the youth hostel and look through each other’s passports and see where you’ve all been and what all the stamps look like and the visas look like. And it was really something to brag about all the stamps in your passport or the fact that you’d filled one, two, three or four passports over the years with all your visas and stamps. 

My passport for this trip was a perfect example of just because you had a visa in your passport, you hadn’t necessarily been to that country. But that’s a whole other story that you don’t know about yet. So we’ll leave the rest of those details for another time.  

Paris youth hostels

I spent a few days in Paris on my way going south, and I was such a different traveller back then. It was a cheapskate, anything to save money so you can do more travel. So it was always the cheapest hostel for the night, which wasn’t always the first hostel you came to. So in this story, I arrived at a hostel that I thought was charging highway robbery, and it would have been, if I’d paid it. I saved one night of accommodation by moving from the first hostel I arrived at to another hostel. An extra night of accommodation is huge when you’re travelling using youth hostels. 

I also did my own cooking utilising the hostel kitchens, which I’ve got lots of stories about hostel kitchens. I wasn’t a huge fan of most hostel kitchens, as you can read. I did go through a stage where I planned to open my own youth hostel. And the one thing I was very strict on the entire way through was the kitchen. It had to be a good kitchen and actually work. 

Feeling old

This was also the first trip where I started learning I was getting older. I was only 24. I had just turned 24 just before this trip in February. But suddenly there were 18-year-olds, 20-year-olds, 21-year-olds hanging around. And for so many years, I had been that 18, 19, 20-year-old, so the youngest. I was starting to feel old in some of the hostels in Europe at the ripe old age of 24. But that didn’t stop me going out, having fun, and hanging out with the other people there and doing things with the people that I met in the hostel. And it’s always good when you’ve got so many stories to tell. I remember looking up to the older people in the hostels and all the travel they had done, and I learned a lot from older travellers or more experienced travellers. And it’s kind of fun passing on all your travel stories to the newer travellers. 

I just couldn’t imagine being in a youth hostel now, though. I definitely would be one of the oldest ones there. And I know older people than me use youth hostels, but I think my youth hostel days are gone. But it is really fun to look back and actually remember what they were like. 

Arriving in San Sebastian, Spain

After a few days in Paris, I caught an overnight bus across the border into Spain. I arrived at stupid o’clock. And that’s what you did in those days. You did the overnight buses because it saved money on accommodation. Even if you arrived at 1:00 am, you tried to stay up because it seemed like a waste of money to pay for accommodation. But on this particular trip, I did actually try to find a bed for the night when the night was pretty much already or mostly over, but everything was booked up for that night, so it didn’t end up being an option. 

I had a planned meeting for the people that I was going to be travelling to Africa with, so I wasn’t going to be staying that next night in San Sebastian either. So it was a weird situation. I had many, many hours to fill in until our rendezvous at 2:00 pm, and I found a statue area that had a stone bench to sit on while waiting. But stone benches in March in Europe are freezing both outside and even more freezing on the stone bench, so it was very cold. 

And I’d forgotten this fact until I’d read it in my diary, but I’d thrown out the warmer clothes I wore travelling in Belgium and France until this point, because it was the end of winter and I was off to Africa. So the last thing I wanted to carry around Africa was European winter clothing. But I had actually forgotten that I took the clothes and just left them behind. Somebody at the hostel might have picked them up, I’m assuming, along the way, but I also had nothing extra with me because all my Africa clothes were going to meet me when I met the others, so I left that with them before I left London. So I had little with me, which is obviously nice. You don’t have to carry anything, but when it’s cold and you’re freezing and you’ve literally got basically nothing with you, it’s not the ideal situation. And it’s funny because in my diary, this is a tiny excerpt from the diary that’s in the book. 

In the future, when I’m rich, of course, I’ll never travel at night. I don’t know why I put myself through this. Money. Whatever’s cheapest. 

So I was a bit unhappy with myself in the choice to travel overnight, arrive at like 4:30 in the morning and be stuck with nowhere to go. But it wasn’t the first time I’d done that and I don’t think it was the last time I probably did that either, but I definitely don’t go along those lines as much as I used to. 

I clearly remember this statue I was stuck on, and I was stuck there for hours. So arrival was 4:30 am, and I was meeting at 2:00 pm. And like I said, I tried to find a hotel or hostel but everything had been sold out for that previous night, so there was nowhere that would take me in at the crack of dawn. And there was no point in paying for a new place to stay either, even if they’d let me in that early, because I wasn’t staying. I was getting picked up, and we were driving through Spain, so I sat there and I sat there and I sat there. I visited the beach for a while and then went back and sat at the statue and I waited and I waited and I waited and *spoiler alert*: they didn’t turn up. So I ended up having to stay overnight. 

Staying in San Sebastian

No mobile phones in those days, so I had no way whatsoever of getting in touch with them. So I found myself a place to stay, crossed my fingers and hoped they would arrive the next day. So I can’t remember if we actually made that a plan, but sounds like we might have made a plan like if we’re not there one day, then come back the next day, and so forth. I had one of their parents’ phone numbers, but they were back in England, so they wouldn’t know anything after they’d left England either. 

It wasn’t a great system back then, but you didn’t know any difference. Like we couldn’t even have dreamt of having mobile phones, internet and everything at our fingertips. We would have been texting each other along the way, seeing Facebook updates, Instagram updates, so we would have known exactly where we all were if it had been happening today. But back then it was all just not even in our dreams that stuff like that could happen and exist. 

I really thought it would not happen. And I’d been dreaming about Africa for years and it’s like you could see the dream there, but you just couldn’t quite grab it. And so, of course, the next day I had to check out and stayed all day back at that statue. 

Oh, that statue. I don’t even have a photo of it and I really wish I did. It doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Every time I’ve zoomed in on Google Maps and tried to find it, it’s not marked on any map. I think they’ve redeveloped the area and whoever it was dedicated to or whatever it was seems to have been removed. But I really would like a surprise one day, head down to San Sebastian and actually find it. And I absolutely will try to find it if I ever go back to San Sebastian, because it has such powerful memories and just so many thoughts going through my mind of, are they coming? Are they not coming? Am I ever going to get to Africa? What am I going to do? I don’t have any clothes; I don’t have this, that, the other. I gave them money; they have my money. It’s like I’m never going to see my dream. I’m here all by myself. I don’t know what I’m doing. So you kind of remember moments like that in your life, long, long, long after. And that is true for me and that statue. But *spoiler alert*, we made it to Africa. 

They did turn up, and I joined the group in this red Land Rover we planned to drive to South Africa. A ten-month overland trip and my dream trip. But once I met the others, that was basically the end of most things comfortable, so definitely the end of the cleanliness factor. I mention a bit in the book and I have a lot more mentions that didn’t make it in the book, in my diary, because we were again doing everything as cheaply as possible. So we were camping. The cheapest way to camp is to free camp, but if you free camp, you don’t have access to showers and toilets and that kind of thing. So washing became something that we just didn’t really do, to be honest. 

Cleanliness (or lack thereof)

If you’re grossed out by cleanliness/dirtiness, etcetera, maybe just *block your ears* for the next couple of minutes. It might not be exactly what you want to hear, but I’m going to say it and I do talk about it a bit in the book and it’s like, seriously, how many days did I go without changing clothes? In the end, from what I can work out, it was about three days in the same clothes without any kind of wash. Not even a wash up and down, and not even a change of underwear. 

I really couldn’t do that now. But when you’re younger, it’s easier to do it. And you definitely need to do that kind of travelling when you are younger, because you won’t want to do it later. We were such grots, and it’s not necessary. It’s definitely cheaper. And it is true what they say, that when you all smell bad, you don’t notice each other because you all just smell the same.  

I really kept such what seems like idiotic details, but it’s kind of fascinating and makes me laugh now. But there are definitely some really gross bits I left out of the book. Okay, *block your ears*, like the crotch part of my underwear changing colour.  

*Keep your ears blocked* I even have descriptions of the sound my bowel motions were making as they were coming out and its softness level because I was trying not to get sick. We weren’t clean and there was a big chance of getting sick, and the two go together. I was determined not to be the first one to get sick. I was expecting to be sick, but I didn’t want to do it too early on the trip. I wanted to wait at least a month before I got sick. 

Pryca stores

We did manage a couple of times to wash in supermarkets, the big superstores that were coming into their own in the 90s. There’s a lot more of them out there now. They were semi novelties, at least to me. And we washed up and down and things in supermarket type bathrooms. At least that’s one way to get clean. 

While we were in these big stores, we stocked up on all sorts of things, including ziplock bags. It’s hard to imagine we could live without ziplock bags. I don’t know if anyone else does live without them out there. I have permanent ziplock bags now that are washable and that sort of thing, but they’re still ziplock bags. But in 1998, they weren’t available in every supermarket. 

I’d tried to buy some before I left because I had heard sand gets into everything when crossing deserts. If you’re in sand for any length of time, it’s going to be in everything. And so ziplock bags help keep things clean, but they were a new thing and definitely not easy to get. But in one Pryca store, we went to a couple in different places, I found ziplock bags and also bought Tang. 


Tang, I don’t know if everyone knows what Tang is these days. It’s a powder that makes an orange style drink or cordial. It helps add flavour to water. I’ve never been a big water drinker, so having flavoured water would help me drink more. So I was excited to buy Tang while there. And it’s funny because Tang disappeared for years and years and years and years, and I thought it was gone off the face of the earth. And then it reappeared, at least to me, at Dubai airport, of all places. You can buy these massive barrels of Tang. And so, yes, I will one day buy one of those. Maybe not the biggest option, but somewhere in the middle I’ll be buying one of those. And if I’m going to do a long road trip or something in Africa, I would definitely want some Tang on board. 

Future trip book

There are just so many facets with this trip that I could talk for 20- 30 hours. I will say this is going to be a standalone book I will write for the whole trip from start to finish. There’ll be a lot more detail and background and the full story because it is such an incredible story. So watch out for that because I couldn’t put everything in my 365 Dates of Travel book and I can’t tell you everything about it here either. 

Car breakdowns in Spain 

In the March chapter, we make it through Spain and Morocco. We have a few disasters along the way, which is also the reason why they were late that first day. The car was a serial breakdown-erer. Just made up a new word there. So we had a tour of Spanish mechanics. The poor car was prone to breaking down, which led to many interesting experiences and everything would have been completely different if it hadn’t had broken down. I’m glad for the experiences we had. I wish it could have been a bit less mechanic orientated, but it is the experience and I love the whole experience and everything that happened because of it. 

One thing was our fault and not mechanical. Joe, who owned the car, reversed and broke the back window with me sitting in the back. I was covered with glass. Thankfully, nothing major, just minor scratches here and there. But it meant without a window we couldn’t lock the door. The door shut and locked, but obviously with no window. Who cares if the door locks when someone can just climb in through the window? So it wasn’t great for security. 

Apparently, Joe was planning on staying with the car all the time even before the broken window. It became a weird situation. To keep the car safe, we split up. There were four of us, so we’d go off in twos. Anywhere we stopped, two would go off while two stayed in the car. And then we’d swap over and the second two would get two or three hours or whatever it was where we were. So it wasn’t time efficient, and it was really annoying. So fours hours sometimes is what you need in a place, but if you’re there for four hours but only get two and the second two you’re sitting in the car, it’s really frustrating. That caused a lot of issues. 

Another issue was always being paired with Vinny. So Vinny and I were two Australians who joined the trip. We didn’t know each other or the other two, whereas the other two knew each other. So by default it was the people who knew each other together and the people who didn’t know each other together. Vinny and I had an interesting relationship. We could get along well. And other times he annoyed the, excuse me, crap out of me. I got very frustrated with him. He just didn’t always get it. He would say something or do something and I’d look at him with a mad or angry face. Then, to make it worse, he’d say things like, “Is it that monthly thing?”

I was like, “Oh my God, you did not just say that.”

That would just make it worse. But we had no choice. We were constantly thrown together. But as you read on, you’ll find, yes, it would have been hard without him at a certain stage and then it was easier without him at a certain stage. And he led me into a really interesting situation over Easter, which unfortunately you will have to wait until the individual book comes out because it’s not in the 365 Dates of Travel book. It will be a story that will come out later. It definitely was a really interesting cultural experience and so I’m semi glad I had it for many reasons. It was just awful at the same time. So a real love hate relationship between Vinny and myself. So wait for those stories and please laugh. 

Don’t take my stories too seriously/How to read the book

Remember, stories are meant to be laughed at. Nothing’s meant to be taken seriously. Everything’s exactly what happened. It’s the truth, it’s what happened all raw, exactly what travelling is like. And a lot of people have never travelled this way. So I want to make it real. I don’t want to gloss over the bad bits or only tell the good bits or make it sound better than it was by diluting the stories and diluting what was really happening. I will be honest. I will say it as it happened. And like I said, don’t take anything too seriously. Laugh away, be grossed out, be whatever you want to be. That’s the point of telling the story. So you have a reaction. So react in any way you like. There will be no offence taken on my part. And I’ll be really happy if you laugh at me and think I’m crazy. Because for one, I am, I am a bit crazy. I’d like to think that I’m worth laughing at at times. So please laugh. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t laugh at something in the book. 

Skip stories

You may want to skip the bits of other stories between the Africa dates to read this story in one go. Remember what the book’s designed for; a story for every date of the year. You don’t have to read it in order. You don’t have to read every single story. It’s just a story for every date. And yes, some of them are boring, but that’s what happens when you’re trying to find a story for every date because not everything is always fun and exciting on a trip. Some days are boring as nothing happened, or I have no recollection of what happened, and I’m not going to make stuff up just for the sake of it. Skip through the other trips in between and read all of this story if that’s what you want, or skip straight to this story if you want to. 

There’s not a lot of information that you need or you’re not going to miss out on the essence of the individual story by not reading the story before. A few little things, but nothing major, so feel free to skip around or start in the middle or start at the end and go backwards or whatever you like. You don’t have to read the book from start to finish, so just literally read what you like, ignore what you don’t like, and just play around with it. 

Index coming

The Second Six Months book comes out in a few weeks’ time and there will be an index in the back with all the trips and all the countries from both books; The First Six Months and The Second Six Months. So from that you can pick and choose which country or which trip you’d like to do and go straight to there or skip forward or to the rest of that story if there’s more, and things like that. So hopefully that will help. But yes, the index will definitely be in The Second Six Months book, coming out by the end of June, so not that long now. 

Photos on the website

And don’t forget to check out the photos on my website following along, though there’s not a huge amount from the Africa trip, but any of the trips you can have the photos open for example if you’re reading on your iPad, you can have the photos on your phone, and vice versa. Or have the photos on your computer while you’re reading the paperback book or however you like it. 

An interactive experience

There’s lots of other stuff out there to help you get into the mood and put faces to names and backgrounds and see how things looked and stuff like that. So it can be an interactive book, don’t forget that. So you’ve got the podcast where I’m telling you background stories and extra bits; you’ve got the book with the main stories; and you’ve got the photos on the website. Do play around with it. It’s not just, pick up the book, start from the beginning, finish at the end and you’re done with it. There are a lot of different ways to get involved and enjoy and really get into the book. But I have gone off topic. I’d better move on to some of the other stories. 


I told you March was the longest chapter. There is a lot in March and one is the Finland trip. And oh, I love this trip. It’s a bit different because it became five girls travelling together, not a tour. I travel on my own a lot, so used to being by myself, making it a different experience. But we did so many exciting things and one of them was going on an icebreaker ship. I’ve got videos of the ship breaking up the ice which I wanted to play, but being outside there’s wind noise and I haven’t quite worked out how to isolate the crack creak cracking of the sound made by the ice breaking up. I was just addicted to it. It was just incredible. So I tried to play around with some of the videos, but I couldn’t get a clear enough sound to actually show you or let you hear what the sound was like. But if you ever get the chance of going on an icebreaker ship, go. It’s just incredible what they do. These small but heavy ships make the way for the big ship, but the sound and the breaking of the ice. I could have stood there all day watching. I didn’t care how cold I was. I didn’t care about food or the tour of the rest of the boat or anything. I just wanted to stand there and watch over the side down to the water and the ice. It was just amazing. 

In Finland I had trouble with the snow and the ice and I’m a real wuss when it comes to slippery anything and definitely slippery hills and I don’t know why I’m so nervous. The only thing that I can think of that it might stem from was way back to when I was eleven years old and in the schoolyard. I somehow rolled down a concrete hill. But the first thud of the fall, the full brunt was taken by my right knee to the point where it’s never been medically diagnosed or anything, but I lost feeling in that knee. I still don’t have any feeling there, it hasn’t caused any issues as such. I can stick my nail into my right knee and feel a bit of pressure, but no pain. If I do that to the other knee, it hurts and feels sharp. So I don’t know if there’s some unresolved trauma in the back of my head, but yes, I am very scared of hills, and particularly slippery hills, and particularly ice covered slippery hills. Finland was great, but also scary a few times along the way, as you’ve already heard me talking about, in Germany and other snow covered places so far in the book.


It was also cold and icy in Poland when there in 2017. That was a great trip. I really do enjoy the trips that I do on my own that I have researched for hours and hours and hours and hours, and I come out with these amazing itineraries and see these amazing sites and everything’s organised for me in a way, but everything’s mapped out. I know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it by myself. And I really come up with great itineraries. And they allow me enough time to spend at the things that I want to spend the time at, rather than the tours where you might go to the same sites, but you’re only there for about half the amount of time, or even less in my case. Whereas I make sure to allow enough time to do what I want to do and get the most out of it. 

Future individual book? Let me know!

So Poland was a really good trip. I might have to make Poland into a book of its own. I’m not sure how many individual trips will have their own book. If there is a particular trip that you are interested in and want more, then let me know because that makes it easier for me to decide what to turn into the full stories in the future. 

Portugal – Belem

Portugal in March was also a trip on my own, which involved a lot of planning. When I was writing the day in Belem, it was such a long day that it was exhausting just to write about everything that I achieved that day. And it’s just incredible how much I crammed into one day. I caught an Uber there, which helped because I was supposed to take public transport, but I slept in and if I didn’t get there early, there was no way my itinerary would have worked. I spent hours reading about the queues for the monastery and for the Belem Tower. I even zoomed in on people’s photos online, trying to work out how all these queues worked. I wasn’t just reading TripAdvisor views. I was looking at images, other travellers’ photos, who were mentioning lines and how it all worked and to see how they literally worked. And I had a diagram in my travel Bible drawing which directions all the different lines went to, because if you got into the wrong line, you were stuffed, like it could ruin the rest of your day because you ran out of time. And if I was trying to squeeze everything in in one day, you didn’t have time to stand in line. So the whole thing was based on the best time to get the shortest lines for this, that, the other, and get the order right. If I’d got the order upside down or started halfway through, then I wouldn’t have been able to do everything on that day. So it was a very busy day, but it was also a pretty awesome day. And so I’m glad it worked out, but it only worked out because of the extensive pre-planning. 

Portugal – Pena Palace

There’s just one story from Portugal at Pena Palace, and it had been such a rainy, cloudy, misty, foggy day, which gave a whole different experience to the morning, at least, or the first few hours. But then the sun shone, the clouds just disappeared for a while. And the Pena Palace in the sun, with its multitude of colours, like reds and yellows, was glorious. There was this walkway where you could see the full view of the palace. Like it’s the perfect, ultimate travel brochure shot of the palace. And because the rainy mist had finally gone away, people started coming out. I was getting really frustrated with the crowds because I wanted this perfect picture while the sun was out. I knew the sun hadn’t always been out and might not stay. People like having photos like that. You prefer to not have stranger’s heads in it, or preferably any heads in it, and there was space to be able to get it without people in if there was a break in the crowds as they were walking out onto this walkway. 

Because it was so big, I had to do a panoramic shot. So it wasn’t just, oh, quick, the pathway is empty, and go, click. It was like, okay the pathway is empty. Go. And so you’d start on the left, and you’re slowly moving. Usually it says to me, slow down because I’m going too fast. So trying not to go too fast, but trying not to go too slow. So you get it, and you’d get right to the last bit, and some pain in the butt would walk onto the walkway, and you’re like, and I have to start again. I mean, could you really not see what I was doing? Could you have waited another 10 seconds? But no. I even had some people stand in front of me to get to their photo. Excuse me. I have a lot of unusable photos of people standing in front of me. They’re getting their photo with the empty walkway while stopping me from getting mine. It was a very frustrating 20 minutes. I stood there for 20 minutes. 

I was determined to get this photo. And it is a perfect photo. It is on the website, so go check it out. The colours and the sky are just amazing and there are no people in it. Like, I’ve done a few teasers over the years where I’ve put postcards up and like, oh look, and then I admit it was a postcard. And people thought this particular photo was a postcard. But I truly promise you it is a photo I took and just on my iPhone. But it took 20 minutes of almost losing my patience to get it. But I don’t regret it at all. It is a beautiful photo and I deserve that after arriving in the rain and the mist and the fog and everything else. But 20 minutes? And people, please, if you see someone taking a photo, just wait a second. Is it really going to stuff up your whole day by waiting half a second for somebody to take a photo? 

Wrap Up

Well, that was way more stories than I expected to tell you. This podcast has gone longer than usual, so sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind, but like I said, March is the longest chapter in the book and there’s just some really great stories in March. 

So don’t forget to buy the book so you can read the full stories. The book is called 365 Dates of Travel: The first six months, available to buy in paperback and ebook in multiple different places. So search for your favourite way to buy it. You can request it at your library, the ebook version. So it has appeared in some library catalogues, so feel free to see if it’s in your library catalogue. But from what I can see so far, it’s only the ebook version. But if you like to borrow ebooks from your library, just check it out and see if it’s available. Or maybe you can even request it and they might get it in for you. Not sure if that works with the paperback.

Paperback is available to buy and you can order into bookstores if not there, or Amazon or all sorts of places. There are some direct links on my website franheapwriter.com on the Books page. My podcast is there, transcripts of the podcasts are there, photos for the books are there. 

The second book, 365 Dates of Travel: The second six months is coming out by the end of June. I don’t have an exact date as yet, but it will be towards the end rather than the beginning. It is still getting itself sorted out and then will be out. And like I said, there’ll be a nice index in the back where you can use it for both the first book and the second book for people who that might help. And some instructions on how to read the book, seeing as that seems to be necessary. But I’m not going to get into that right now. 

I hope you found something interesting in something I’ve said today. Like I said, feel free to laugh at me. Feel free to shake your head at how idiotic or stupid or dumb or ridiculous or whatever word you’d like to use in my direction. I take no offense whatsoever. I’d like to think that I’ve made you react in some shape or form and any reaction is fine by me. 

Next week I will be reading three stories from the March chapter, so you can get more detail if you haven’t got the book and hopefully entice you to want to learn more. And don’t forget you can sign up to my newsletter at the website for inside details on what’s happening and what’s coming up. And like I said, there’s all sorts of things on the website, so do go check it out. I’m on Facebook as Fran Heap Writer. And also Instagram as Fran Heap Writer. 

So thank you for listening today and I wish for you an interesting day.

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