Detox

One of the new businesses that started up here at the old base is Detöx. It is kind of like a hotel where people stay for two weeks or so I guess, only they also eat a special diet and follow a set schedule. They also go on lots of walks; I always see groups of people walking around with walking sticks, serious outdoor gear, and a determined look on their face. Reminds me a little bit of when I used to come up here, when this was still a military base, and see men marching in uniform. Only this is a lot funnier.

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Lissy said…
Of course, it is hard to tell if they are running away from something or towards something!
October 22, 2009 at 12:24 PM
Anonymous said…
haha, this detox thing's a funny enough phenomenon by itself...
October 22, 2009 at 4:23 PM
Jon Frimann said…
Þetta er svindl. Það er til fjall af vísindagögnum sem sanna slíkt. Hinsvegar eru svikarar og þjófar ekki af baki dottnir frekar en fyrri daginn í þessum efnum.
October 22, 2009 at 8:10 PM
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