My homosexual adventure part one- An Anglo in Germany without any flogging.
Pew pew... time to start retelling a classic adventure...
I arrived in Düsseldorf, only to be whisked away moments later by atiko to Köln, where I spent the evening enjoying German supermarkets, having a barbecue on the Rhine, drinking beer cooled by the Rhine, singing football tunes at people on the streets, watching the match with a bunch of screaming German people, getting a little drunk, hanging out of a window during the start of a thunderstorm (that stalked us across the continent because atiko thinks that it's mad that I slept though it and didn't give it enough attention), and watching Dead Snow.
It was like, 39ºC, and ati was dirty all over.
Yo, it's Köln.
The next morning, we made our way to Köln/ Bonn airport where I bought a Spanish newspaper for the ¡Vamos España! flag on the front.
We got on the plane, ate our "Happy Picnic", and watch as German fields morphed into crazy linoleum Polish fields below us.
This is like "Where's Wally?" with an Anglo.
Blue, blue sky and hot, hot weather.
Hurr hurr. "Billy boy".
Our quality picnic complete with fitting advert.
AND THEN WE WERE IN WARSAW.
I arrived in Düsseldorf, only to be whisked away moments later by atiko to Köln, where I spent the evening enjoying German supermarkets, having a barbecue on the Rhine, drinking beer cooled by the Rhine, singing football tunes at people on the streets, watching the match with a bunch of screaming German people, getting a little drunk, hanging out of a window during the start of a thunderstorm (that stalked us across the continent because atiko thinks that it's mad that I slept though it and didn't give it enough attention), and watching Dead Snow.
It was like, 39ºC, and ati was dirty all over.
Yo, it's Köln.
The next morning, we made our way to Köln/ Bonn airport where I bought a Spanish newspaper for the ¡Vamos España! flag on the front.
We got on the plane, ate our "Happy Picnic", and watch as German fields morphed into crazy linoleum Polish fields below us.
This is like "Where's Wally?" with an Anglo.
Blue, blue sky and hot, hot weather.
Hurr hurr. "Billy boy".
Our quality picnic complete with fitting advert.
AND THEN WE WERE IN WARSAW.