A box full of souvenirs, yay
Either I bought this there, or I wore it all the way. Just. It’s associated.
I think I stole this from our scrapbook. Maybe.
Mini cards from the Building. Unfortunately the deck is missing a piece.
I know how to play poker. This chip is one of a set I bought as gifts home for friends. Never did end up giving them away.
I have no idea what these are.
I’m not sure if this hotel key was stolen or given away for free.
One of the longest flights ever.
The wonders of H&M. I don’t know how this card functions, though.
Trains and trams and long rides.
Breathtaking place, and incredibly expansive.
Efficient transportation sigh.
Underground station with graffiti and little oxygen.
La Tour Eiffel, for kicks.
Another train system.
An amazingly expensive (150 Euros) birthday dinner for myself –haha!– at Le Coq Trocadero. We ate pizza and burgers other days.
Yummy yummy chocolates, except for that Mozart ones we bought in Austria.
Going back to Manila.
Fun times. Local flights are the shizz.
To be continued…
Backstory 1: My sister cleaned up her room the other day, and while I wasn’t inspired to do a full clean up of my own room, I was somehow prompted to open a very special box.
Backstory 2: Captain Jo Steve’s name took a long time to finalize when I first got him all those years ago. There’re all sorts of reasons for why that’s his name.
Backstory 3: The box used to contain Rustan’s fruit cake thing. Or was it food for the gods? Whatever it was, I appropriated the festive box and painted over the existing designs.
Also: another travel page… pictures of me!
jari m 