I was standing in Reykjavik’s BSÍ bus terminal at 5 a.m., soaked from a sideways sleet storm, watching my Patagonia Nano Puff slowly separate at the left shoulder seam. Again. This was the third time I’d had it repaired, and…
I was standing in Reykjavik’s BSÍ bus terminal at 5 a.m., soaked from a sideways sleet storm, watching my Patagonia Nano Puff slowly separate at the left shoulder seam. Again. This was the third time I’d had it repaired, and…