i walked to town again. it only took three roads, but each one was like an expressway.
this one has a story...
as i was walking along the road i saw this diesel station which doubles up as a garage. it's a private business. i thought it was real cool so i stopped to take some pics. actually i only managed to take one before the mechanic/boss came out. he was big. not fat big, muscle big.
dude: hey mate, wotcha doing?
me(looking at my camera): taking photos.
dude: yeah i can see that, but wot for?
me: oh. er...
dude: project?
me: no, for my blog. but if you're not comfortable with that i can delete it.
dude: nah nah nah, it's no problem, i was just curious.
me(looking at my camera): taking photos.
dude: yeah i can see that, but wot for?
me: oh. er...
dude: project?
me: no, for my blog. but if you're not comfortable with that i can delete it.
dude: nah nah nah, it's no problem, i was just curious.
and then he walked back into the garage, and i hauled ass outta there.
i found a dna. too good to be true, i thought. then i asked for the price. 3999 moolahs. yeah, too good to be true.
this is cool! water spirals down to the center! after this shot i walked in. cause i saw some kids doing it and figured it ain't a flushing system.