We departed early the next morning from the Poo pub, waving a tearful goodbye to the inspirational 'Uncle Les', and moved off to our next port of call, Franz Josef, to hike a glacier. We stopped only once along the way to visit one of the bizarrest museums I have ever been to. The elderly museum owner was one of those unique and rare breeds of men, who dedicate their lives to offending as many people as possible. He had taken it to a whole new level by transforming his house into a museum, so as to invite people in, from all walks of life, merely to insult them whilst sporting an indecent pair of hotpants, as if he'd reached a stage whereby he could think of no other insults to make in life, so
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