Visitors to Salt Lake were thus the living, walking embodiments of the component of snoopishness in tourism.

Think me not / So dull a devil to forget the loss / Of such a matchless wife.

Consequently Alvina, or Vina as she was called, understood only the explicit mode of good-humoured straightforwardness.

Any spot I could point to on a map was about to turn into a hot zone. There was too much trougle brewing for it not to bubble over, and by the summer of 2012, I had a major decision to make.