Let's try to resume the trips....

DAY -1 : The fucking laboratory took my check sooner than they told. I'm going to travel with a big deficit. Thanks.

DAY 1 : On the road to Vienna. A light signal flashed on and off in the car. Panic.

DAY 2 : Vienna. My transfo suddenly stopped working in a middle of a tattoo session.

DAY 3 : Prague. Get police controls, twice.

DAY 4 : Prague. We woke up, and the car wasn't there anymore. 2 hours to get it back from the Cesch pound.

DAY 5 : Seeing Rigel arriving at the cottage from the airport where they had lost one of her trunk, I wondered why nothing bad happened to me this day. One hour later, my period started - ahead of 5 days. Fuck.

DAY 6 : P_Mod kinda broke down. Too much stress, too exhausted.

DAY 7 : The laptop crashed down.

DAY 10 : Instead of 1euro for 24hours, the parking cost 18fucking euros. Bastard.

I thought my bad luck period was over, I was wrong. It's still here, somehow. BUT ! That was the "funny" negative part, in reality, this whole trip has been a blast. I'm so happy I've met all these awesome people, I'm so happy I had such great opportunities to shoot or to shoot with gorgeous and creative girls. Hmm. A bunch of multis in the future, guys, keep your eyes peeled ! *evil laugh*

Thank you so much Turbulence, this dear one has been running around the whole city to find me a new transfo, and fed me with austrian and chinese food for days. Thank you Elvira, now because of you I know why I never wear any heels before, and why I'll never wear any again. My feet still hurt ! Thank Elea, who gave me the occasion to shoot the silliest multi ever, just before the fetishest ever (for me, I mean).

Prague has been such a tornado of boobs and laughers.... What a moment. I can't wait to get videos of Sinnah imitating the terrible cesch accent of our receptionist (imagine a est-european version of John Malkovitch on acid), and of the sexual harassment panda. I wish I was less stressed by time and I had more free moments to talk with you girls. Yet I've found myself way too often crashing in the kitchen, chating randomly when I knew I have to get up 3 hours later !
I've learn dirty words in Swedish. I tasted foreign food. Sweet wine. I tattooed surrounded by smily faces. I killed a lot. I shot a few. I talked way too much. (and definitely, my english tends to get worse and worse as the exhaustion gets over me. It's like all the words are mixing in my tired mind. Sorry if I've been too nebulous at the end !). I woke up at 5am to shoot in empty houses in construction. I've been jumped on in the morning by crazy lady. I kissed. I touched and showed boobies galore....


Ok. Pictures now.
Beware. There is A LOT.

And a few stolen from the other blogs

So ! This is over.
I came home sooner than expected - we had to cancel for physical and technical reasons. Material broken, and stored tireness. I'm back home, with around 2000 pics to sort and prep, chocolate stocks for the moral support, 3 cankers sore, a new piercing, and my hair blond. Yuk-yuk.