Some Buddhist sex temple.
Mitsy getting ready for her flight out, I’m sure she’s thrilled of all these candid shots.
The chariot to Brisbane awaits, beer and a sentimental book sit in my lap, and a lovely flight attendant takes special care of me, feeling like a king among men.
Hydrate, post dance club.
Coffee so smooth, food so d-lish, the place had ventilation issues and smelled like a house fire inside, the blokes at the register had customer service down and quickly made some Joe after an order got beefed for me, wasn’t a fan of Trump apparently.