Here’s a piece about one of the UTTERLY STUPIDEST travel trends yet to be spawned from Instagram.
It needs to stop. Now.
It was on an ill-fated trip to see the Northern Lights in February that I was first exposed to the concept of “cheeky exploits”.
As a vague vapour trail-like mark moved across the sky (unless the Northern Lights are strong, the naked eye will most likely see them in mono and the green hue will only be picked up by cameras, which don’t see with rods and cones), one of our group put down his equipment. Hurray, I thought – someone else is going to look at the Northern Lights with their eyes, instead of a wide lense – and then he started taking off his clothes.
In the snow, he stripped down completely, strode a couple of feet away down the garden with his back to us, spread his legs, thrust his arms skyward and screamed “Wooohooo!” as our host captured the event for posterity with his long exposure shot.