Supplies. On dashboard. All essential.
Xtin in Café Nescafé. Sensibly, not having coffee. Yes, that's my red bull can...
This was a bad sandwich. Biting gingerly: moral imperative: must eat it.
It cost £5. Daylight robbery!
It cost £5. Daylight robbery!
Hotel horror
Waiting on quayside for gos, having a cigarette, slowly recovering from hotel trauma, and about to fend off teenage smackhead asking for money for heroin, aka his "81 year old sick grandmother"
Back home 8 hours later....more photos here.
Proper gos pics soon. Can't use camera: I'm typing with one hand, gos on the other, and I'm so tired it feels as if I'm made of wool...
6 comments:
red bull gives me wings
indulgence not available, eh? did you try ringing the hotel horror?
Don't remind me of the hotel horror. It was hand-on-heart the creepiest hotel in the world, bar perhaps the one in The Shining.
Oh my gosh, Xtin's road trip pictures are better than....actually going on a road trip????
Whew.
Him: You vill wait on the quay, smoke a cigarette.
(later).
Him: The skies are clearing.
Pluvialis: The sailors will be pleased.
Him: Come wi' me.
(Opens Trabant, removes goshawk.)
That's how it works?
Chas, that's about it. I was overjoyed by how much like that it was. I should have worn a trenchcoat...
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