To say that this is a sequel will be somewhat of a misnomer,
since all these happened
en route to the trip into the heartland of Monaco, before the Monte Carlo and the vulgar displays of wealth.
This was the trip the €uro 8 dared to make, had to make, and was damn glad they made.
Once again we shall gloss over the arduous journey they had to undertake; the aching legs, the battered bodies(from sitting in the bus for far too long...), the complete lack of any coherent directions to guide them(apart from an innate sense of topography, a rather bare map, and bucket loads of confidence...) and jump straight into the action.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...
€uro 8 at the Mediterranean Sea!!!
Disclaimer: If you suspect that the ground beneath our feet are rocks instead of sand, you are right! The whole friggin' beach was filled with rocks, millions of them! (I took one back as souvenir)
The road and the sea.
Juxtaposition of the natural and the
un-natural.
Waves crashing.
They were so beautiful we just had to etch them in our memories, and in our hard-disks.
Various shots.
Oh how we loved the blue blue sea, the ocean wind, and the clear clear sky...
We lament the fact that there wasn't enough time for us to explore the place, to sit down and stare at the ocean the whole day.
It was fleeting, but it was
beautiful.
I'll be back there again, I must. Who's with me?
The €uro 8 in various poses.
Spot the odd one out.
Let's see, we have Berd, Sw and Goose with the hands by the side.
Next we have Jase, Me and Beng with arms wide open, ok, Seng has his arms facing the wrong direction but I guess that'll do.
Ergo, through elimination, we have one suspect left.
Yes, he of the hands neither by the side, nor wide open. On the contrary, his hands are somewhat on the chest region, thereby striking an extremely suggestive pose that was fortunately captured by our sharp-eyed shooters.
Elementary, my dear Watson...
Speaking of titillating pictures, I shall leave you here with a very very suggestive picture that our vigilant voyeurs managed to capture.
Nuff' said.
Till next time,
Timmy out
