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Wayne gets Home Sick. In his baseball cap.
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This was truly very nice, but effective as his camera was in the majority of situations, the true splendour of the Sacre Coure could not be captured.
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Wayne leaned back just in time (and just as planned), in order for us to adopt a brief and unfulfilling career in stalking.
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Here's a close up for all the leg men. However In this PC world I can't get away with that anymore, so it's also for any leg women out there.
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I know, I know, you really can't make out what should have been the true subject of this picture.
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So here's a close up of the headlines, whilst Wayne stands in front of the Spanish Steps.
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I know, I know, you can't see what should be the true subject of this picture, but that silly perm of Dave's is definately better off under the hat.
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By this time, we were getting pretty hungry
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An exclusive picture of the apparition of the floating hat of our lady of the Parthanon.
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Warning, this picture may contain nuts
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Dave obscures the Alps in the latest of our occasional series entitled 'Wayne and Dave Obscure the Sights of Europe'
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Dave charms a 'European Hand Snake' from its rope basket at the Luzern Museum of Transport, whilst using a model helicopter to levitate himself
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A sad attempt to mock up an image of Dave at the controls of an aircraft in flight. Anyway, Wayne fell of the wing and fell 1500 feet into a bog.
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And if you don't believe me, here is the proof.
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If you look carefully, you can just see Dave waving from the next carriage
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