sangria in the sun

so here it is, random porn-sound-inducing pictures from my trip around europe.

for the fastidious:

- we started in barcelona (where we'd gone on work)

- flew 5 nights later to seville for 2 nights

- did a day trip to a small town called ronda

- got back to seville and flew out on the second morning to amsterdam

- 2 nights in amsterdam

- then train-ed it to a town in the rhine valley called koblenz

- at koblenz, we boarded a boat for a slow-cruise down the rhine river and got off at a pretty (but sleepy) town called bingen

- some hours of sleep, and we boarded a series of trains for the prettiest town ever in the black forest area

- schilltach, half a day

- on to triberg by train, home to the recipe of the black forest cake and germany's highest waterfall

- from triberg, we train-ed our way right through the night (slept some hours in strasbourg station) and woke up in paris!

- 3 nights in paris

- flew to istanbul on the fourth morning

- 5 nights in istanbul

- turkey turkey you are beautiful!

- back to BOM!

turkey, turkey, you are beautiful

phew! back from a 2 week-long holiday across europe. excellent, to say the least. pics and details to follow. for now, it's good to be back!

to all you kiddies out there: please do not become this person

i have a peeve, i just re-stumbled over it.

catching up with people you haven't spoken to/seen in a long while, only to have them not ask you ANYTHING about how you're doing.

you know, i'm off the mark running and asking away questions relevant to the other person, and not a peep in return, not even to the effect of "so, what's happening with you?"

and that's a bullshit question, by the way- 'what's happening with you?'

it's like you can't be bothered to cast your mind back to even one salient fact about the other person, and frame a more relevant/interesting question. like, what the hell?

this does not apply to close friends and acquaintances. a casually-tossed 'wassup?!' is just fine with them. 'wassup' covers the events in a person's life over the last x hours, or maybe few days.

but get this, i'm ping/call/meet a long-lost friend (or worse still, THEY ping/call/meet ME) and while i'm framing questions related to our last time together/what i remember of them, they're either piling on more and more trivia about themselves, completely ignoring me; or just randomly tossing a miserly "so, what's happening with you?" at the end of it all.

i ask you, how does one begin to answer that? bah!

social experiment

the last post about visiting dance bars didn't go down too well with my friends, who were like:

assorted friends: "wtf!?! we have to find about this from your blog??"
and i'm like: "well, you should make the effort to see me more often!" (imagine this said with a little smug toss of the head and maddening smug-face)

jokes aside, it didn't seem like a massively big deal, i was only mildly tickled by the whole thing (now, if it had been the good old days, and i could have witnessed some genuine debauchery, i would have been ALL OVER THE PLACE with it)

anyhooo...

a certain frequent commenter on this blog believes from these rants, that i lead an interesting life. oh hoo ha ha ha ha! you could not be more wrong. on days like the one i'm posting this on, i am Sloth personified. now sloth through the day is alright; but by evening, i will be moronic, and either suicidal or murderous (it depends on what's been on TV all day)

so think twice (!pause for effect here!) before you ask me to post more often. because you may just end up with useless shit like this! MWUHAHAHAHA!