As the dust settles on my travels about Europe, I suddenly recall poor old Chocolate Salad. Oh how you've been neglected...
So yes, it is with renewed vigour that I begin posting again. With ruined vigour indeed.
It's been a dramatic few months - filled with goats, Australians, planes, concentration camps, schoolgirls, a Belgian couple, a gay friendly club in Krakow, cheap beer, expensive hostels, airport frustrations, a Bar-Bicycle, an accidental trip to the Polish mountains and a group of Scots on a football trip - and I fully intend to document at least some of it.
But alas, not tonight, for I am weary. Soon though. Soon my lovelies.
So yes, it is with renewed vigour that I begin posting again. With ruined vigour indeed.
It's been a dramatic few months - filled with goats, Australians, planes, concentration camps, schoolgirls, a Belgian couple, a gay friendly club in Krakow, cheap beer, expensive hostels, airport frustrations, a Bar-Bicycle, an accidental trip to the Polish mountains and a group of Scots on a football trip - and I fully intend to document at least some of it.
But alas, not tonight, for I am weary. Soon though. Soon my lovelies.
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