S'true, I am in Thailand, but only have pictures of Bangkok, a putrid, crowded, steamy sprawl of a city where I spent approximately five long hours of my life. They aren't purty.
Playin Doctor. Why waste precious time at the hospital when I have my OWN nail clippers & tweezers/suture-removin tools at home?
Graffiti demos in . . . heaven, er, the R16 B-Boy World Cup jam.
Photo shoot with the quail eggs.