at the airport, on my way to Vienna
You can probably all relate to the feeling.
You can probably all relate to the feeling.
I swear I did not know the brunch would be golden when I ordered it!
… japanese girls crossing the street to take photos of japanese girls taking photos of japanese girls that crossed the street to take photos of… Ad …
But in my own shoes, thank you.
We had some issues. I just wanted my coffee, but he had an attitude. Lucky me he was strapped down.
(Posted way after it actually happened due to the NDA.) Don’t you just love paperwork?
The number of photogs taking a Sunday stroll is directly proportional to the number of icicles. That also goes for the unseen number (numb- burr…) …
About half of last years supply. And no, it’s not all mine.
(No, not the “blue oyster bar” even though the weekend did involve alot of tango.)
Ok, so I’m doing this time-lapse project where my macbook’s webcam automatically takes a self portrait of me every hour. Perfectly normal, right? Well, what …
These were the “Coconut moss dumplings”. Just as good as the name was imaginative! And not filled with bean paste, believe it or not. (Sesame …
The fence is there for a reason. I guess.
Lard for breakfast, rabbit for lunch, and two pint for dinner. London in a nutshell.
I seriously don’t know how to read this sign. (Not literally, mind you.) Are they trying to fool the police? Or do they just get …
Ok, I confess, this was actually at the pub. But work looked just the same so let’s call it “research” (a.k.a. “billable time”.)
The carpet at the hotel was to die for. (Or die in, which I’m pretty sure some things had.)
What? Did I only take 2 pictures of flat whites during the whole trip? That’s so unlike me…
Yeah, right! The yearly invasion has begun. Resistance is futile, we will eat Semlor. And we will regret it. Always.
Feeling a bit noir. Hoping Skövde would be just as cool as their steampunk-tunnel-bridge-thingy at the station. (It was not.)