Mitsubishi out in the wild.
Author: chewyland
I love love love….here.
Copscoot.
Honda.
You have to be a proper dude to ride of these.
Heavier than a 1930s steam locomotive.
fucking cool.
I love this soooo much…soo much.
Sushi in the yacht port in Barcelona.
LIfe is MAX!!!
Center of the universe.
Old school GS1200.
Yes.
Europe. Sangria.
Urban hiking, best hiking.
It’s a boy.
Steaks and 50 Euro in prawns.
Quite the party last night.
Thankfully we didn’t stay up late and got loads of sleep. Beach day today, 24 degrees.
I’m on a Mediterranean diet, with mayonnaise.
My morning salads are brilliant.
Wheels are off….completely.
THE MIDNIGHT.
Packed house and crazy rad music.
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Best trip….maybe ever.
Spanish wine breakfast on the rooftop. What else should I be doing?
New tips. FUCK YEAH.
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Barcelona.
Day 1. Summer here.
I billion people everywhere…
15 minutes to go.
I’m always compliant on the way…..rarely on the way back.
Let’s see how much useless and delightful Spanish crap I return with. God bless.
1st booze in a long time…it’s party.
Ordered a quinoa, tomato, spinach and egg salad just like Gramma used to make back in Communist Poland.
Joking aside, this is truly a 5 star restaurant salad at this little airport cafe.
New bag is holding up well – no holes, yet.
I’m so cool.
“THIS IS NUMBER 4 LINE TRAIN TO SOFIA AIRPORT” – Say it in English with a thick Bulgarian accent
