Amsterdam
26 July 2012
Weed, weed, and more weed. Doesn't sound like me, does it?
Weed, weed, and more weed. Doesn't sound like me, does it?
I was in Frankfurt for a *long* time, with very little time spare for writing. Finally, in London, I have a chance to sum it all up.
Why Russia, of all places? Like most crazy stories, it starts with a girl. And a guitar.
Killing some time in Frankfurt. I could get used to this place.
I never was a big sleeper. When there's little else to do during these epic voyages, insomnia can be a real pain.