Paris is lovely this time of year daaarrrrling. Actually, got my computer and camera swiped from a cheap hotel, which took the gloss off the whole experience.
London was nice, though expensive.
Caught a premiere league match, Reading’s first ever game in the EPL and one in which they came from 2-0 down to win 3-2.
Clubbing, coke and a lovely and willing Swedish girl, my first white girl in five years.
Various cathedrals, Big Ben etc.
Brixton and too much skunk weed.
Paris was better, despite before mentioned incident and of course the French themselves. (Thank god for travel insurance.)
Getting thrown out of Louvre for snapping the Mona Lisa.
Skirting security to climb Eiffel Tower for free.
Shoplifting a baguette.
(Yes, I deserved to have my laptop and camera stolen – I am writing a short story on the whole Paris fiasco.)
Norway. Beautiful, boring and expensive.
Brother’s marriage to lovely Swedish girl with a large chest. And yes her name is Olga. And she’s blonde.
The priestess. Hot, blonde with a big chest.
Reception in an old fort overlooking the harbor.
A rousing haka involving 32 kiwis and Aussies.
Swimming naked in a fjord.
12-day all expenses paid trip from four-star hotel bar to four-star hotel bar.
Various cathedrals, forts and the like.
A willing American nurse who put out enthusiastically, including over the balcony of the roof of the Astoria in Valencia and a midnight shag in the Mediterranean.
Paying 120 euros to have a tick removed from my leg.
Needless to say, I am flat broke and struggling to scrape up enough money to even place a personal advertisement in ‘Indonesian Housewife’.
place within us love that truly gives, tenderness that truly unites, self-offering that tells the truth and does not deceive, forgiveness that truly receives, loving physical union that welcomes