Road trip to Apsley Gorge on the East Coast. Hiked with one thong, got moist in some fresh water, drank beer, did an emergency bush deuce, made an illegal fire, it’s good to be home.
How good is Tassie!
Bicheno blow hole. Pretty average blowage.
Carving through the rocks like it’s noones business.
Apsley Falls maybe?
Rocks and forest.
Trashing the place whilst slamming longnecks in my trackies.
I think deep down we’re all bogans
Some burned remains of a toy store in the metropolis of Hobart.
So I finally got my beloved ricoh GRDiv camera back after a 8 month moratorium. I forgot how to use all the settings so here are some experiments at the beach.
Rich people love boats.
Ancient cowboy wisdom #1: If you pass someone on the trail, don’t look back at them. It implies you don’t trust them.
Cosy old Hobart.
Ancient cowboy wisdom #2: Always drink your whiskey with your gun hand, to show your friendly intentions.
Compliment Someone. Constructive beach graffiti.
Labrador- Probably the worlds best breed of dog.
Stairway to wall/bush.
So I was going through some old photos trying to get a decent business photo of myself to put on my resume for job applications. But all I could find were photos of adventures. Why would anyone want a job when you can go on adventures.
Old greg makin’ money the hard way in Venice.
Clippers vs. Pistons pre-game.
Santa Monica Pier.
A local skater getting some air at the Venice beach bowl.
Sunset Venice Beach.
With my trip drawing to a close I decided to fly via the socialist island country of Cuba to see what Fidel was up to. Time limits left me only a week to explore so I decided to spend it all in the cultural capital of Havana listening to music, drinking rum and smoking some cigars. However I timed it pretty poorly as Venezuelan socialist president Hugo Chavez passed away whilst I was there and the Cuban government thought it was a good idea to enforce national mourning by taking away the privileges of drinking and playing music for 3 or 4 days. Exploring the back streets of Havana was pretty intriguing none the less, so here is some proof.
Getting moist walking the malecon into Havana Vieja.
I don’t even like smoking but these look super enticing.
Shiny American exterior, rusty USSR interior.
John lennon chilling in John Lennon Park. It turned out the glasses on this statue had been stolen so many times that the city had employed a full time security guard for the park who kept the glasses in his pocket and placed them on John whenever someone approached it for a photo. Considering that a doctor in Cuba earns less than $50 a month I wonder what he pulls in.
Dressing dogs was common even with the Caribbean heat.
Old town shells.
My kind of vehicle.
Sunset over the river mouth.
Fity-cent collectivos were the greatest.
They just love America.
An old woolworths post nationalisation. The product selection inside was a bit depressing.
Late night shooting comps at the local air rifle range.
A mouse riding a dog, pretty standard.