Made a night trip to Croatia to extend my tourist visa last night. If nothing else, it resulted in a couple of nice snapshots. The trip was actually my so far most succesfull crossing of a border night time. You know everything goes as planned as long as you don’t get to ride in a great big ugly jeep labeled «border police», with even greater and bigger and uglier metal bars. I wonder if Volvo supplies that kind of extra gear included in the price or if you have to pay extra for it? No matter, I don’t think my dad would’ve wanted something like that in his backseat anyways Like the last time I went to Bosnia. Håvard, blikke nåkke behov for at du kommer og kausjonerer meg ut, det hele var mycket vellykka
It comes a time when you just clean out the closet. Empty out all that useless junk you’ve been cramming in there. Now, I won’t exactly call all my old pictures on the blog «junk», but old they were indeed. So – out with the old and in with the new!