Above: hugfest
Mexican. Because meat and cheese.
A monument in honor of Sigismund. A moonlighting king too busy to rule both Poland and Sweden. 
Fantastic bonus: back in Sweden a surprise dinner with the closest were waiting for us.
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As with any trip to Poland, honey-beers should be included.
Ricky the dog, and mom.
Above & below: Sopot scenaries
Gdansk scenaries
Feeling sluggish I ordered some ice coffees. Turns out the ice coffee here is not what I’m used to.
After climbing up the stairs up the thing. 
Meanwhile, back in Japan and with an aftertaste, I couldn’t wait to Let’s American Party
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The weirdest smile of the season.
Eri met us up. Spotted Johan Renck in the Acnes store nearby too, which was funny, as I spotted him in LA last time in the US.
Sweeties.
“GIVE ME THE CAMERA, GIVE ME THE CAMERA!!!”
Moe’s. Supposed to be the finer choice in fast food Mexican, which it definitly was, but I still prefered that old Tacobell.
One for the road. Only had/have something this properly greased up once in a blue moon. Behind it: a blue moon.
Very defined cloud, with a very defined shadow, just outside the airplanewindow.
Becky on the other hand saw none of this. She was knocked out by prescription drugs for the whole duration of the flight. And then some.
Daily random leftover from Sweden.
Random pics from Sweden, starting with the above risotto I had to Swedify with a pre-spiced string of bbq meat. Cooked in a frying pan.
That piece of meat is a staple of the Swedish summer. Gross but then again also nice.
Messing up my sisters apartment
Think I snapped this guy before, in his earlier days, when he had better skin.
It’s funny how the wind, or excessive eating, makes you look like a meatball on sticks
You can’t tell from that innocent look of mine, but you can tell by looking at Matthias, that we’re almost drunk out of our minds. Later this eve I, for the first time in a very long time, get drunk enough to loose it. [shut up Alex, it was so last year]. I get helped (dragged) home by friends who enters my sisters place to dump my sorry excuse of a carcass there, scaring the life out of her in the process. What a night. 
Newfound love – chainsaws 
Still haven’t figured out why and how my head is moving this fast
Random goodies for my own reminiscing enjoyment. Enjoy it, me.
I always dork it up with Stella.Â
“STELLA!!
STELLA!!!
Can’t you hear me yella?!
You’re puttin’ me through hella!
Stella…STELLA”
Major points if you know/knew that without the use of google.
It’s good when balls have an arrow on them, to show which direction they are suppose to go
Took off at night to capture the trash madness that is the Scandic booze cruises. Regular trash people doing regular trash people things. Moms with kids in tow shaking (or at least rocking) her body back and forth way past midnight with the sole purpose of impressing the right one who, may or may not be there this weekday morning.
Later I met the gay guy again, the dude from the entry below (post below) who once again tells me he’d just swallow. It seems he finally got why I (and no one else) slightly giggled about the cigar talk. He’s very excited about this now gotten funny joke and wants to try it out on other people too. Thus the trash circle has transpired genders and sexuality, and I’m all happy.
Thanks random lady that took the photo, for letting us now when you’d snap.
I have a 100 yen glasses theme going
A fake beach complete with chlorine, no sand and lots of fake but deadly rays. I’m missing a fizzy Mai–tie.
The ocean turned from one shade of pretty to another.
Gay guy in the cigar room, smoking a cigarette, gave me this unintentional freebie:
“I can’t smoke [those] I’d just swallow”. The thing is that that really was unintentional on his end. No one was moved. Not him, not my mom, not the trash “boys” and their gangs around the room. Not the old men, not the alco-moms, no one.
IÂ love going on these trips.
Shopping booze unlike a boss
The lazy approach to getting a glow going
The world seen through a pair of 100 yen glasses
All these happy people. Could only mean one thing. Fart jokes.
Such a tasty breakfast each day. I’ve done nothing to the colors – the tomatoes DOES pop your retina if you stare right at those supersaturated things
Poland is all win.
Out to get fuel for our “commie night out”. “Sausages in one hand and vodka in the other” like in “the happy days”.
The awesome result.
Climbing up this watchtower got us the view in the pic below
Love the lizard queen
This honey-beer goodness makes me cry rainbows of joy, sends me into a shivering frenzy to later explode my brain with pure ecstasy leaving only but a shell of a man.
And it’s such a shame I only brought a few back.
Yub nub
While bbq it up with Jonas this dear fellow dropped by like in some Disney movie. Except Snow-white, Cinderella and random princes were all trash.
The dude. Das Abiden.
I were stoked to find that Sweden has this proper late-night all fun place outside.
Tucked under a bridge leading into town the place had almost everything. Mario Bros projected unto the bridges pillars, fake facade houses (see pics) ping-pong tables, overpriced hot dogs and a couple of slack-areas full of Stockholm hipsters. A youth-center sort of place, first reminding me how out of place I was there – then assuring me I had every right to poke fun at these people the way I always do, perhaps even more than I usually do. This people was trash. Are trash. I love trash. But unlike regular trash, on say the booze-cruise boats of Scandinavia, these people didn’t consider themselves trash. Which just made matters more hilarious. Loved it.
