Cuenca, capital of Cuenca province, Spain.
Only place on my tourism to-do list where my reason for visiting isn’t historical, military, or military-historical interest related. It’s just so beautiful.
Full credit for the first seven photos goes to Travel Anon, truly an inspiration.
YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY IRKS ME ABOUT AUSTRALIANS
THEY CALL MCDONALDS “MACCAS”
you drongos dont understand ok. we go to the servo for fuel, we go to maccas for burgers and we go to the bottle-o for grog.
Wait, what the hell is grog?
I’m sure there’s a Keyser Soze/King Caeser joke somewhere…
The Righteous Repentant Papal Rangers, one of the Catholic Church’s less successful attempts at bringing religion to a modern audience.
I never asked for this.
I want to believe that right now, somewhere in Siberia, there’s an old Russian grandpa sitting in a stuffed armchair in front of the fire with the captured metal head of Hitler mounted above the fireplace.
So, new Godzilla movie soon.