This should help.
My insane unnecessarily complex stupid dashboard radio and air conditioning controls. I sat in the parking lot of Enterprise for 5 minutes before I left trying to figure out how to turn the air down. \"Oh, push the knob on the right down and then hit 5 on the numeric pad!\" It's so simple.
Bournemouth, England: the classiest tacky place you'll ever visit. Can you find the fat white kid in the speedo?
On my drive out, I was met with one hell of a rain storm. Trying to stay on the road at all times, I waited for it to stop to take some photos.
I made my way down the hill and stopped for some dinner. Yes, it was a hard day of driving to I decided to treat myself to some fine oceanside dining at KFC, aka \"The Capital of Bournemouth\".
Success! A sweet night for a walk along the beach.
This is about as exciting as it gets.
Little did I realize the significance of the Friday night I was there. It wasn't a full moon rise over the ocean gathering - rather some good 'ole fasioned fireworks.
I love this photo. Check out the group below who took their picture the same time as me.
Like a mini-Copacabana on New Year's.
The high school kids were out in full force.
For some reason I always take my camera when I go running. I figured this was worth a stop.
Making my way down to the beach for the day, I stop for some lunch on the pier before grabbing a spot in the sand.
I wish I hadn't wasted my battery taking photos of high school kids. Unfortunately this was the only one I was able to get of the fireworks.
The Anglo-Swiss Hotel. My digs for the weekend.
There's a pretty sweet park that goes through the middle of town with all sorts of fun, tacky stuff to do.
You gotta give props to the flower person in charge.
Here's a bunch of pretty much the same picture. But it is a good one indeed.
The fun elastic-bouncy trampoline thing, just in front of the mini-golf and ping pong area. They sure know how to live it up.
The sunset makes me look like a giant dorky Oompa-Loompa.
