Meeting G

We met a nice guy from argentina called G. I just couldn't pronounce his name so G it was! He is a graphic artist and always carries a sketchbook with him. I do wish I was as dedicated as that, at one point I may have been but these days I enjoy doing my work then relaxing at home not thinking about art. Anyway, we were in the pub at the hostel here, getting fairly merry when we joined a table of guys and girls playing cards. I'm so relaxed this holiday but this one American girl was so brass and aggressive and I asked why be like that... She Just just went off on one! G caught the moment in a pic






I wasn't really that angry.

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