by laco

England? By Jingo!, not there, there are the dog's muzzles, dry humour. I like the south, the sun, temperament, simple-hearted people.

But whatever. I made the trip. Since I was there three times, and I would return again. For specific humor, free-heartedness of people, the diversity of the world. Because you just sit there in the bar at the table, sip your Guinness and to this table the Indian, Venezuelan, Argentina, Slovak, born Englishman (former punk, now a peaceful family man) take seat beside and discuss as if they know each other for many years. And Russian is a waiter. Distances are disappearing in human destinies, desires, disappointments, joys, dreams, routes. Naked humanity drown by Guinness remained.