Marcel
My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t. Last …
Visiting Tower Bridge while melting wasn’t exactly a highlight of this trip, but I’m glad I saw it.
We had quite a social day. Notting Hill is unbelievably beautiful.
What's up with GBP? It feels like fake plastic money!
Hamburg is considering a bid to host the Olympic Games, and the citizens have been voting on it.
Running alone and running with friends is like day and night. It’s so much more fun to yap while running for 12 kilometres.
We were the only ones in the class, and it was more of a “here are the materials, do what you want” kind of deal than anything else.
We spent the first of May in the park, having a great old time. It couldn’t have been a better start to the month.
I slept like a baby after this day.
A proper birthday butt slapping.
The spider crossed my “this is fine” boundary and was promptly evicted.
Give me a run, an exhibition and good company and I'm having a good day.
