When he actually spoke up, I could understand him perfectly, but he insisted on whispering even though the place was pretty noisy and I obviously couldn’t make out what he was saying. The interaction was somehow even more absurd in real life than it is in this comic.
Speaking of life being great: This is how my Saturdays look like. What’s not to love?!
I’ve never understood people who pride themselves on how much heat they can stomach. Good job, dude, you’re hurting yourself on purpose. Very impressive.
I turned 37 on that day! That number doesn’t remotely reflect the age I feel I should be, but who am I to argue with Chronos?
Big Ben is far prettier than I expected. I thought it would be just a boring old tower, but it’s so detailed!
We didn’t have a single day with fewer than 20,000 steps, and after a while, it definitely started to show.
I later discovered that Waterstones is just the starting point. There are so many incredible bookshops in the UK. What a paradise!
Packing is the worst. I’m not even bad at it, it just isn’t fun. It’s like a puzzle where the result will never be perfect, and you just have to live with the compromises. Especially when you’re flying with only carry-on luggage.
I love city life, great weather, and days where you don’t have a plan and just let things unfold.
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.
A cup is not a precise unit of measurement, and Oz is home to a wizard.
It was the Long Night of Museums. You buy one ticket and can visit every museum of the city.
Our second to last day in Barcelona.
I miss my little Boldu buddy.
Who needs meteorology when my head forecasts the weather?
