spangheroJust had a couple of beers in a bar that has a mural of a bar fight. Turns out it’s a regular haunt of a group of football supporters, although no football in the area today so it was quiet.
#interail
#interail
Sunday night cocktails in Warsaw.
A cross hashtag post. I’m in a square in Vilnius drinking beer and there’s someone singing cocktail/easy listening versions of 60s standards and a Beatles easy listening songbook and it feels better than a late 90s episode of #totp so I appear to have won, although my victory my be beer related!
About an hour late, with an hour to go. Glad there’s no onward connection. Oh, and it’s raining!
Like being at home in the UK.
Currently on one of the slowest and squeakiest trains I’ve ever been on, in Lithuania (from Estonia). At least it’s comfortable (ear-splitting squeaking aside).
Our #interail journey has brought us to the Stockholm archipelago and eating tea overlooking the water was amazing. The light changing, the yachts and sailing dinghies coming and going across the water, then the birds working their way to the trees and reeds at the edge of the water settling for the night was marvellous.
It’s a wonderful setting but I am convinced that tomorrow morning a fellow guest will be found face down in the water and the rest of us will be subject to a rigorous yet quirky series of interrogations by a slightly strange Scandinavian, though unlikely to be wearing a distinctive jumper given it’s May. Maybe a pre-Poirot Branagh to turn up.
Hope the imaginary victim in my head didn’t suffer too much for my flight of fancy, unless of course they had a dark and nasty past, in which case fuck ‘em they deserve all they got, horrible human that they were.*
* I may have got slightly caught up in the moment and carried away at some point.
It’s a wonderful setting but I am convinced that tomorrow morning a fellow guest will be found face down in the water and the rest of us will be subject to a rigorous yet quirky series of interrogations by a slightly strange Scandinavian, though unlikely to be wearing a distinctive jumper given it’s May. Maybe a pre-Poirot Branagh to turn up.
Hope the imaginary victim in my head didn’t suffer too much for my flight of fancy, unless of course they had a dark and nasty past, in which case fuck ‘em they deserve all they got, horrible human that they were.*
* I may have got slightly caught up in the moment and carried away at some point.