I was getting a sunburn as I wandered through the kiosks at the Moss Street Market.
Victoria's blue skies, light breezes, whispy clouds and sunshine
Have been traded for Malmo's winterscape.
Cheerful shopping crowds, happy children, guitar playing buskers and miles of sidewalk
Have been relpaced by Me'n The Man, a field of whiney cows and miles of highway and gravel road.
But it IS good to be back.
There's no place like home.
...there's no place like home...there's no place like home...there's no place like home...