The Queen of Tanks
May 12th 2007 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
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