. . . . . . . . Alina

Jill is amazingly loyal and we all admire her positive energy. Never complains about how we keep forcing her up steep mountain roads, how we (Luke) decorates her lovely inside with half-naked girls or how we make her play our all-novelty playlist on repeat, loudloudloud.



But there is one thing about Jill, SHE STINKS.  I can't make my mind up finding the correct reason, It may be the sink water that was meant to be drained a COUPLE of days ago and nowmore is plugged up in the sink and spread all over the floor. Or, might be the concept of 5 happy campers in the wilderness without a shower (20 second morning dips in the glacier water don't count, do they?). Or, burnt popcorn, garlic bread in combination with half-eaten cans of tuna/beans. I reckon, simply, everything together in a lovely mix. Sorry about that, Jill.





I wonder how you possibly can atract soooo many flies, You SMELLY CAT!!!



At least you see some good stuff on the way. (Harry, good photographing skills there on the go, through the window. And DEAR camera, I love you already).