I’m home.
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picking huckleberries in High Tatras.
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Sleeping in Slovakia. Tomorrow we are hitting the mountain. Broke back?
Gintaras Smoking Traveling Water-Pipe.
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Leaving tourist premises to see the unseen. One of the benefits of traveling by car.
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the last photo from our temporal shelter
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the only photo from this day. We had one piece of a party yesterday.
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21-fucking-years-old. And this happened in Turkey.
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“Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices.”
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Going up and up and up and up and up and up and then some more. In Alanya.
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and sometimes it felt like Cuba. Well no. But I was filling that day. Fuck it, I felt sick.
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chillaxing
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Finally! The bloody edges of promised land of sun-sand-saltywater.
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The Forbi Den garden in Istanbul.
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Late night hen party on wedding eve down in the central square of Budapest.
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Photo from Poland, just before noon. Gintaras is driving, I’m drinking beer and talking to him. Guys in the back of the bus are half sleeping - half asking-to-stop-for-a-piss. Just like here.
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