Lad's en tour 2015

Going to Eastern Europe was a surreal experience. Having never ventured that far east in Europe before it was a daunting new experience, a totally new journey I couldn't wait to embark on.

First thing first, let's get this out of the way. Eastern European women are something else. Know what I'm saying? 

You don't? Then you haven't been on PornHub enough lately. 

Second, everything is cheap over there, in comparison to England, I mean 1.50 for a pint. Same goes for food but of course you'll have the odd place that's frequently visited by tourists so they charge you ridiculous prices. 

Third, if you're a vodka aficionado like myself then you will enjoy the vodka over there.

And finally what happens on holiday, stays on holiday.

The Daily Show - Spot Africa

The misconception of what Africa looks like and what is like from the perception of the "western world" is something that has always baffled me.

Can we truly attribute this phenomenon to just ignorance? Or is the manipulation of media and information an important factor in this?
This guy.
Trevor Noah brilliantly denounce's the ignorance of western countries when it comes to our continent (proper article coming soon):

I confess for freedom of mind and spirit

Ladies and Gentlemen, family and friends.
On this glorious Tuesday 24th of February 2015 of the Gregorian calendar I would like to confess to a struggle and sin I keep on performing.

I dance more than you know...

As most of you will probably know and witnessed I enjoy busting moves on the dance floor, especially to a Ne-Yo song at which point I slightly tip my hat forward to cover my eyes and bite my lower lip (signature move, that's trademark, don't steal it).
But I also like to dance on my way to the kitchen. I will bust a move while I'm cooking, doing the Carlton dance to Tom Jones. When I'm walking down the street listening to a song that I love I will dance with all my might even making up a small choreography.
You might want to ask but what if there's people Ares? I say let them see.
Let them see my dancing for it is magnificent.
Like a black swan taking flight I will jump in the air and twirl, booty shake, shuffle...the list of dance moves is endless.

The other day I even started dancing to the sound of the ice cream truck. It's getting out of hand. I cannot stop dancing.

I have kept this burden, this secret, hidden from as many people as I could. But no more. I now want you all to know that dancing is not just for fun. It's my way of life.

To better illustrate what I mean I will leave you with this 7 hours long video of Turk from TV show Scrubs dancing to Sugar hill. Enjoy: