All filler, no killer
Hello! I’ve been wracked with some sort of never-going-away jerkflu, which is officially my excuse for not posting something sooner. However I’ve been limping doggedly past things I have deemed photographable, and I am passing these photos to you, the customer.
I’ve got a bit of a backlog of photos to go through now, so If I’m not a lazy chump, there should be one or two more posts in quick succession. Let’s hope!
More evidence of Sicily’s marble-excess, the stairwell of our building, which is quite classy. It seems like it’s normally the case for appartments to have full-marble stairwells, which then flip to tiles as soon as you enter the person’s apartment.
Photographic evidence, mainly for Sarah, that Twisties are called Fonzies here. In a world gone topsy turvy.
Anyone who’s been to Bali has probably seen these things, but they are also all over Italy. They’re basically a little truck body over what is a reasonably wussy motorcycle engine. You most most often see them here fully laden (normally with stereotype-reinforcing wine) leading a procession of cars stuck behind them, as they slowly put down the road. Awesome.
Try and count the ways in which this napkin seems racist! Stop somewhere near 11! Italy.
More collecting water from some spring! This is the one that’s closest to our house, I think! Not as classy looking but equally fresh.
And near that fountain there was some hill! So walked up it! Fascinating shit, right.
Evidence of the fact hunting season is open here, apparently, On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, the hills are alive with the crack of double-barreled shotguns going off all over the place. There isn’t even very much to shoot at here, like some tiny pheasants, or maybe a rabbit if you’re lucky? But they’re still out there, blasting away at trees and rocks and things.
Maybe hunting the deadliest prey of all: cars? Probably.
More shots of that crazy hill! So crazy, I know.
This is a castle near the house, which has been restored by the local council here. When my dad was a kid, it was apparently abandoned and in really shitty repair. It’s actually pretty ancient, though it doesn’t look it post restoration. Apparently the original builders owned all the land to the coast, in this area. The current owner is some dude who hangs out the little top window and talks shit to his neighbour across the road. So regal.
Adjacent to the castle, you can see the castles little well, and an oldschool clothes-washing basin thing.
A building next to the castle, originally used for making wine, has clearly not received the restoration treatment. Probably the most overgrown abandoned building i’ve seen here, which is saying something cos there is an abandoned building about every 3 feet here.
A couple of shots of inside the building. Judging by the thickness of the trunks of the trees growing in this thing, It’s been abandoned for quite a while. Note that last shot is actually me photographing the inside of the building from the outside. Best building 09′
These lil’ lizards are all over the place here, when you’re walking near any sort of bush, you’ll hear one scrabbling away every few meters or so. They are pretty great.
That is about it for now! Maybe even later today, or at some point, 2 more posts in the pipeline: One of my visit to Parlemo and it’s equal mix of seediness and exquisite architecture, and another gripping tale of me walking up a hill! Will I survive? Don’t let the fact that I am writing about in the past tense lull you!
Hello! I’ve been wracked with some sort of never-going-away jerkflu, which is officially my excuse for not posting something sooner. However I’ve been limping doggedly past things I have deemed photographable, and I am passing these photos to you, the customer.
I’ve got a bit of a backlog of photos to go through now, so If I’m not a lazy chump, there should be one or two more posts in quick succession. Let’s hope!
More of Sicily’s marble-excess, the stairwell of our building, which is quite classy. It seems like it’s normally the case for appartments to have full-marble stairwells, which then flip to tiles as soon as you enter the person’s apartment.
Photographic evidence, mainly for Sarah, that Twisties are called Fonzies here. In a world gone topsy turvy.
Anyone who’s been to Bali has probably seen these things, but they are also all over Italy. They’re basically a little truck body over what is a reasonably wussy motorcycle engine. You most most often see them here fully laden (normally with stereotype-reinforcing wine) leading a procession of cars stuck behind them, as they slowly put down the road. Awesome.
Try and count the ways in which this napkin seems racist! Stop somewhere near 11! Italy.
More collecting water from some spring! This is the one that’s closest to our house, I think! Not as classy looking but equally fresh.
And near that fountain there was some hill! So walked up it! Fascinating shit, right.
So hunting season is open here, apparently. On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, the hills are alive with the crack of double-barreled shotguns going off all over the place. There isn’t even very much to shoot at here, like some tiny pheasants, or maybe a rabbit if you’re lucky? But they’re still out there, blasting away at trees and rocks and things.
Maybe hunting the deadliest prey of all: cars? Probably.
More shots of that crazy hill! Crazy, I know.
This is a castle, which sits somewhere between that hill and our house. It’s been restored by the local council here. When my dad was a kid, it was apparently abandoned and in really shitty repair. It’s actually pretty ancient, though it doesn’t look it post restoration. Apparently the original builders owned all the land to the coast, in this area. The current owner is some dude who hangs out the little top window and talks shit to his neighbour across the road. So regal.
Adjacent to the castle, you can see the castles little well, and an oldschool clothes-washing basin thing.
A building next to the castle, originally used for making wine, has clearly not received the restoration treatment. Probably the most overgrown abandoned building i’ve seen here, which is saying something cos there is an abandoned building about every 3 feet here.
A couple of shots of inside the building. Judging by the thickness of the trunks of the trees growing in this thing, It’s been abandoned for quite a while. Note that last shot is actually me photographing the inside of the building from the outside. Best building 09′
These lil’ lizards are all over the place here, when you’re walking near any sort of bush, you’ll hear one scrabbling away every few meters or so. They are pretty great.
That is about it for now! Maybe even later today, or at some point, 2 more posts in the pipeline: One of my visit to Parlemo and it’s equal mix of seediness and exquisite architecture, and another gripping tale of me walking up a hill! Will I survive? Don’t let the fact that I am writing about in the past tense lull you!
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That building is pretty fucking overgrown! I am thoroughly impressed! Also I only got like 9 reasons why that napkin was racist. Hopefully I can still get some sort of participation award!
I am intrigued to know how that hill went!