24 hours door-to-door
Summer is here. The segue from work to vacation was intensely busy, irritating, complicated, and exhausting, capped off with a frantic drive from Sofia to Toruń. Magda did 95% of the driving, leaving me to dick around with a small camera in the front seat during the times I wasn’t sleeping (badly, but still). I took 50-odd dreadful pictures through the windshield, which I share with you in a sort of step-by-step travelogue of our 24-hour, six-country, 1,700 km ride, during which the word ‘divorce’ was never once mentioned, at least not while I was conscious.
I am not embedding a slideshow because the pictures are not good but they are captioned. Two even have funny titles!
Yes, certainly, take me to the photo-travelogue post-haste!
Hell no, I would rather look at pugs than blurry windshield pictures.
