cold beer, heat, unstandard people, so pretty girls - you need sunglasses, tramway conductor is driving with open doors and open shirt (out of witch comes his hairy abdomen) over the shaky tracks of the street.
Who the fuck's dreamin about Cuba, that's been sold a long time ago anyway.
Romnia is the place to be.
there'd be nothing that money could solve.
tomatoes are so natural, the acid burns your lips
the sheep cheese is so salty.
and the Zwetschgen-Schnaps so hard.

Slowakian military almost shot me down ;-)
On that military frequencies, they don't speak that good englisch.

And the Danube gave me company on my way.

I got a cold, fever and cough.
Stopped working and entered my holiday too sudden.
Had No chance to see the crows on the flight-track yet.