All the new space shows are SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD.
I should open an Indian spicy butter chicken stand….
I could earn millions…..maybe billions.
Dinner, after a tough day.
Starbucks power for IKEA shopping.
If you don’t eat, you can easily die from weaknesses. We got 2 batches, of course. Thank you, Dad.
Today’s glorious Indian store haul.
Is it really that hard?
Shopping and sushi trip to Varna today. IKEA here I come….
Just so good.
Another day,another dollar. Last party day for a while…Varna and responsibility starts tomorrow.
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It went down to a freezing 24 degrees today.
When there is rotisserie chicken, there is cat-chaos.
Lunch is the most important meal of the day.
Varna trip tomorrow!!!
We’re about to watch the new Star Trek – Birdie’s fave show.
Birdie and I made BBQ Chinese pork rice paper wraps.
They won’t be winning the coveted “George Clooney” award but they tasted FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AIR FRYER FTW!!
When I was growing up in Poland, having your towels match your kettle was the ultimate sign of affluence.
Check and mate.
Old School Beemer from PL on Flower St.
Filling up the washing machine reservoir with washing goo…
..once every 3 months is the greatest thing since The Concorde.
OMG OMG…3 in one. 3 cats. Opener and a fridge magnet. Life doesn’t get better than this.
I love weekends.
If you don’t have a proper breakfast, you can die.
Birdie and I are making a pork tenderloin in the air dryer…..and it came out perfect.
What is funny is that if I kept it in the fryer for about 3 minutes less it would be even juicier. I still have one more test chunk for tomorrow.
She’s so happy.
I bought a small Turkish pouffe for Birdie that matches her skin tones…
but she’s being aloof….then started chewing one of the corners.
This is a bad sign.
Small Turkish haul plus today’s country harvest which includes…..
CORIANDER.
Border crossings are the stupidest things ever…senseless “theatre” and a huge waste of time and resources.
1 moron = 1 moron.
Rare beef in tomato sauce and melted cheese with yoghurt, of course.
If you know, you know – Çiğ köfte.
Bus tickets in hand….
Kris is pouring wine #3 into an orange juice bottle – this is normal.
I’m trying to be respectful to the local Jesus Lizard by hiding my lager.
This isn’t Sunny Beach, after all.
Epic trip, just epic.
She’s sad we have to leave. I can see it in her eyes.
This is morning wine bottle #2 (NUMBER TWO).
This is probably the funnest trip, literally ever.
And it’s not just the thick jammy wine talking…
I feel like I’m living in an old spy movie. It’s just a delightful feeling I never thought I would experience.
There is no photo. Impossible to visualize….
3rd breakfast. We’re going insane..
Apres breakfast…
NOT THAT ANYONE WILL STEAL ANYTHING FROM OUR AWESOME HOTEL..I’m using my cool ziplock on my travel bags for the 1st time.
I use them on my bike to keep the panniers safe and tight. I love these things.
Hardcore.
