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Moving for the 32nd time

I tried to count how many times I moved in my life and I think I got to 32 but I really have to go back and do a more careful Accounting. Anyway I’m in my new digs and I find it very pleasant, away from the tourist areas of the island and very quiet. Many of these photos are related to my new place but some are not.

Mine is the last one on the right up the path
Nice balcony outside with a built-in counter for drinking coffee in the morning and spending evening time in the cool air
Morning coffee
The brown one I name stinky because he hasn’t been washed for a long time probably due to his wounds which seem to be healing all right The white one I name Cicco, A recommendation from an Italian friend of mine. They keep me company and patrol the area
Just beside my bungalow the other dogs patrol
Not really minimalism
These were waiting for me in the bungalow but as careful as I am not they would all be broken in three months so I passed them back to the owner
Breakfast: muesli, yogurt and pineapple fresh from the garden

Breakfast: muesli, yogurt and pineapple fresh from the garden

My friends cat. Looking for an opportunity to jump on me and tear my shirt
A friend hand designed this mask. Very detailed. Please don’t call Interpol
My bike is looking better with these stickers and one may keep me safe
One reason I moved. Some young girls were making egg food which nobody bought but they made us move our motorcycles from the hotel parking area to the street and then back up to the parking area at 10 PM so they could sell their egg food. I did not consider this very customer friendly.
Paul, Willhelm and myself at The Office
At A friends place for a morning moca and a toscanello cigar
Three nice Dutch fellows. The fellow in the white shirt is the big businessman, as you can see.

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