the A-Team, Carvoeiro beach
in the waterpark, kicking back to portishead, loving trees and accidental enemas
the banana boat experience, obligatory to any holiday. thank you, thighs of steel, for allowing me some ounce of dignity.
the legendary bango shot explained; fit yourself with the headgear and accessories supplied - it changes seasonally according to vicky the regular (modelling here). this time, it was a war helmet and the ever hyped heartshaped sunglasses, and a chunky metallic item of seeming military importance balanced on your shoulder.
then, chug the beaker-sized shot of goodness knows what in a fetching, if not alarmingly bright, shade of blue...
and feel the wrath of the barman as he hits you repeatedly on the head with his weapon of choice - this year, a baseball bat - whilst the portugese locals laugh at you.
got the last night bluuuuues. damn, did i stick my forehead in a bowling ball polisher? (sun exposure responsible)
in the waterpark, kicking back to portishead, loving trees and accidental enemas
the banana boat experience, obligatory to any holiday. thank you, thighs of steel, for allowing me some ounce of dignity.
the legendary bango shot explained; fit yourself with the headgear and accessories supplied - it changes seasonally according to vicky the regular (modelling here). this time, it was a war helmet and the ever hyped heartshaped sunglasses, and a chunky metallic item of seeming military importance balanced on your shoulder.
then, chug the beaker-sized shot of goodness knows what in a fetching, if not alarmingly bright, shade of blue...
and feel the wrath of the barman as he hits you repeatedly on the head with his weapon of choice - this year, a baseball bat - whilst the portugese locals laugh at you.
got the last night bluuuuues. damn, did i stick my forehead in a bowling ball polisher? (sun exposure responsible)
at times when you're required to return to academics after a lengthy abstinence, it's always nice to remember times when you had endless sunshine, an amazing south african restaurant round the corner and a friend on tap to drink brain haemorrage shots with when no one else finds you socially acceptable.
2 comments:
That last paragraph - precious. I am kind of lost for words. Thank you for making my day xxxxxxx
Ah, looks like fun times. I'd be a bit afraid of that swinging baseball bat though...
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