A Travelling Monk

So, as I was saying, I fell in with some people. Being at the right place at the right time. He was booking and I said, bring me.




Sometimes all you have to do is being charming and ask for what you want. I hitched a ride with them.

Now I did have a clue that this might work.


It worked with asking them to take me to a symphony.

So the trip...

Ready? Never more so in my life.


We saw all kinds of places.



I got my picture taken with this furless femme, but even with all my charisma, it got me no where with this one.


I didn't get the maid's name but I have this memento of her tool and she has memories of mine.


See, I'm not all lady's man. I am a guy's guy too.


Did I mention beer?


There was drinking to be had, but water is too late at this point to thin my pulsing red beer any.



I saw London, I saw France, I saw ladies' underpants. (This would be, y'know, some old church.)


Here's a bit climbing my old ruins over old ruins in Rome.

We buzzed thru the continent so fast, it was like being on the run again. Good times.



Coming home was a bit rough. Mental note: Ingratiate self relentlessly. You are never home safe until you're home.