Heading towards home today..
Lots of Spanish food today including carpaccio for dessert.
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.
I have been treated to a Kelly dinner again. How lucky am I?
Gorgeous vintage Honda from Pakistan.
I love this sooooooooo much.
Mitsubishi out in the wild.
I love love love….here.
You have to be a proper dude to ride of these.
Heavier than a 1930s steam locomotive.
I love this soooo much…soo much.
Sushi in the yacht port in Barcelona.
LIfe is MAX!!!
Center of the universe.
Old school GS1200.
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.
Packed house and crazy rad music.
Best trip….maybe ever.
Spanish wine breakfast on the rooftop. What else should I be doing?
New tips. FUCK YEAH.
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.