A Sojourn in Denmark and an Explanation

My dear omelettes! 

I am mortified for not breaking this silence earlier. 

I'm afraid I've been quite ill - my species is subject to a kind of physical type of existential angst (we hide in a cloud of our own ink) - and I really haven't been feeling up to much at all.

To atone for this, I thought I'd share some images of my sojourn in Copenhagen. 

My host - and kind portraitist - Mr. D. V. showed me around this Northern capital. 

 

Ladies and gentlemen; The Nyhavn Canal

Don't the pretty colours bring out my eyes?

The tomb of one of the world's greatest storytellers, or so they say. 

I rather felt he dealt my species a low blow with that mermaid story. 

 

There I am, struggling to get a cutting for a friend's garden -

Monstera deliciosa must have wonderful fruit...

Benevolent salutations!

O T T O

Po-li-poh

Hello All! 

I've been spending this month lounging in Malta... 

My only mini-break was a trip to a neighbouring island. 

Rather larger than my home, Sicily is an interesting yet dangerous place for an octopus like me. Travelling around the region of Trapani without a car was difficult, and every other person in the street wanted to eat me.

I approve of these colours.

I would have liked this to replace my current trunk - unfortunately the museum staff thought otherwise.

Conte Agostino Pepoli was a gentleman of taste.

Me, on the island of Favignana, with a crude but charming representation of my species below.

One of the beings that wanted to eat me - vexing to say the least.

Piazzetta Saturno

Sicily is a peculiar place.

Trapani Beach

Feeling rather romantic here.

Some interesting beach graffiti. 

It was a good trip over all.

Itching to leave again...

to all - a warm, tentacled embrace

OTTO

London, London...

Trying to tease the crows at the Tower of London. 

Did you know they eat rabbit flesh and biscuits in blood for tea? 

Their wings are clipped, so they couldn't fly up to cause trouble. 

Hah!

I cannot travel without my biscuit.

Needless to say, I love London. 

That's my cousin Louie in that last photo. 

He's an excellent travel companion and true octopus-of-the-world.

Hope all's well with you, dear readers.

OTTO

                                     Recovering in Heathrow. Safari exhausting. More words later.


                                                                                 Otto

Devon

Ah, the English seaside.

 

Photo credit: M. V. Felice 

Chuck ma baboon Safari

Hello dear Otto-ists. It's time for me to reveal some news. After my immensely pleasurable visit to Bath and Bristol, I was looking forward to gracing the latest edition of Patches with my presence. Lo and behold - I received an invitation from a certain Miss Happiness herself. And so, I'm off to Devon and beyond.
Beyond being South Africa. It pains me to disappoint you so re. Patches, but the wandering star I was born under is a particularly restless one.

Au revoir!

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High Tea Beckons

I am packing my suitcase for Sunday's trip. What does a gentleman octopus need on holiday, especially if he's travelling to the land of Jane Austen and the Sally Lunn bun? I simply mustn't forget my bathing suit, toothbrush and eye-drops. My eyes get very dry indeed on airplanes, don't you know. My swimwear, in case you were wondering, is rather long and stripey. Very turn-of-the-century. Toodles! I'll be writing about my experiences overseas next week.