Heading towards home today..
Monday morning. Work work work..
Lots of Spanish food today including carpaccio for dessert.
VW.
Space rocket.
Sunny Sunday in Barcelona.
Let’s Go ARSENAL. HEROES. HEROES.
You would think this is a GS.
It ain’t. It’s a Chinese copy.
Called a Benelli which really called Qianjiang. No joke.
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I have been treated to a Kelly dinner again. How lucky am I?
THE MIDNIGHT.
Gorgeous vintage Honda from Pakistan.
I love this sooooooooo much.
Mitsubishi out in the wild.
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.
