Back in Denmark, after a hard day of car burning and free children's beer, a day of rest.



Marty rolls up, a little sheepish.

'What happened, buddy?'

Smashed lip and I-phone. Double bummer.

Guess who joined the Leica club?!!!

The Body.

Black out tattoos.

Always a nice time.

Park was packed.

Errant pineapples.

Only mildly troubling.

Phelper, in high spirits.

Stormy skies, warm company.

'Nah, nah ...'

The Boulalas, full blast.

Elissa got some meaningful words translated into Viking.

'Flower, her name and Shit Head.'

C



The hobos kept scolding us for peeing in the wrong bushes.

This one meant business. Time to split.

One last sail over to Rune's park.

Alex had beef with this thing.

You can imagine where it went from here.