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Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Movember Supporter
It's all about saving money for a cause! or looking cool...
Brendan O'Gorman - The Cheerleaders
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Afraid to Indicate
It is as though doing the right thing by others is an inconvenience to one’s self. In the attempt of being cool in this ‘too cool’ town, the lack of vehicle communication reflects poorly on one’s opinion of the French style of driving.
A fear of allowing one see you are a responsible and road worthy driver looms in the minds of the French.
Not to put them down too much, their road system is quite good, clear signage, very respectful on high ways etc, however, changing lanes and their specialty; the round-about, is another story. No pre indication of where their mind has chosen to travel. You would think a simple hand movement alerting fellow road users would save Monsieur the inevitable throw of hands and loud, silent mouth yelling ‘Putin!’ as you kindly cut him off.
Who was to know he was going to continue? Maybe the French have the ability to read each other minds? They certainly know how to stare. Perhaps their immense practice of peering into each others’ souls gives them this fine ability in reading someone’s chosen exit from a round-about. Nothing but a simple task.
The French. Fearful to display their intentions? Or do they have an excuse due to their supernatural capabilities?
Labels:
driving,
france,
French people,
Hossegor,
random,
round-abouts
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Amsterdam - What You See
- Speedy bikers, slow bikers, fashionable - wearing heels bikers, old bikers, texting bikers, smoking bikers. Everyone rides a bike! Everyone! Tourists on bikes (danger!)
- Coffee shops - that stink!
- Marijuana seed shops, mushroom shops, sex shops, vintage shops, hat shops and your usual high street shops.
- A variety of people (that's obviously normal in a city - but seriously this place beholds the young, the old, the strange and the adventurous)
- Tourists getting run over by bikers
- Canals and house boats
- Unfortunate girls posing in windows awaiting a horny, big spender
- Fashionable people and not so fashionable people - people who put no matter what on, concentrating on keeping warm
- Stylish bikes and practical bikes
- Small, box-like stores selling herring - a Dutch delicacy
- A 'Coffee Company' café every 200 metres
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Let The Good Times Roll
Travel is not about where you've been or what you've seen, it's the moments you remember whether they be positive or not - or both!
4am en route Armaçao de Pêra to Hossegor we accidentally take a detour. Amongst our stress of taking the wrong highway exit, we forget the need to stop for petrol.
A sudden choke in the engine reminds us kindly.
In the middle of nowhere, the rain pouring, we imagine the worst.
We climb a hill, but only just; the engine cuts and we begin to roll.
We pass a sign, 2kms till the next petrol station.
We continue to roll.
Minutes later we are still rolling.
Still rolling the station is in sight. Sighs of relief overcome us.
Our momentum comes to an end and we stop literally 1m from the pump. Screams of joy and laughs of amazement fill the van. Luck was definitely on our side.
On this journey I saw a highway, a boring, straight road from the Algarve to Lisbon - negative.
I chatted and listened to music with my closest friend - positive.
And we experienced for the first and hopefully last time an amazing feat.
Unexpected and potentially difficult travel is always exciting!
4am en route Armaçao de Pêra to Hossegor we accidentally take a detour. Amongst our stress of taking the wrong highway exit, we forget the need to stop for petrol.
A sudden choke in the engine reminds us kindly.
In the middle of nowhere, the rain pouring, we imagine the worst.
We climb a hill, but only just; the engine cuts and we begin to roll.
We pass a sign, 2kms till the next petrol station.
We continue to roll.
Minutes later we are still rolling.
Still rolling the station is in sight. Sighs of relief overcome us.
Our momentum comes to an end and we stop literally 1m from the pump. Screams of joy and laughs of amazement fill the van. Luck was definitely on our side.
On this journey I saw a highway, a boring, straight road from the Algarve to Lisbon - negative.
I chatted and listened to music with my closest friend - positive.
And we experienced for the first and hopefully last time an amazing feat.
Unexpected and potentially difficult travel is always exciting!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Tough Day On The Promenade
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| à la centrale during the Quik Pro France October ⓒ Crille Rask stillxlivin.tumblr.com |
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Words of Sweden by Nicholas Pumphrey & Sam Page
Hot chicks. Supermodels. Blonde. Tall. ABBA. Swedish meatballs. Singing. Slick hair dos. Expensive booze. Buttoned up suits. Coffee shops. Prolonged café visits. People watching.
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| Thompa & Pumps |
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Don't Bother!
Is it LOVE that tortures the MIND?
Or is it the MIND that tortures itself when it is deprived of LOVE?
Are we blind in saying that the heart needs LOVE to live?
While all we see in the elation of LOVE is a disfigured reality!
Or is it the MIND that tortures itself when it is deprived of LOVE?
Are we blind in saying that the heart needs LOVE to live?
While all we see in the elation of LOVE is a disfigured reality!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
A Treat for Spanish Roadies
Travelling late at night, through the deserted roads that cross Spain flashing lights flicker along the highway. A method of attracting and luring fatigued truckies into what lies within. 'Club Jamaica' remains in our minds the rest were thankfully forgotten. It is said that in Spain for a new town to develop there needs to be a church, a whore house and a bar. We passed many stray 'Clubs' so they could possibly be hoping to start new towns or have their independent business excel in the scarceness.
Onwards we go, Portugal in the distance.
Onwards we go, Portugal in the distance.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
EFF YOU SEE KAY
certain people make you say fuck
it's contagious
it casually rolls off your tongue before you can consciously stop fucking staying it
fuck!
it's contagious
it casually rolls off your tongue before you can consciously stop fucking staying it
fuck!
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