It started as a joke but quickly evolved into the new business of retirement travel
High above the lands of the living, where frost and howling of the wind reign, the morbid monument to a faith long dead calls the deceased on a last pilgrimage.
A beautiful, green, peaceful pasture land, rolling hills and flesh grass, with boiling mud flats? And steaming geysers? What fun.
Ideas ( Locations ) | March 28, 2005 |