The end is nigh!

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The end is not so much nigh as now, at least for this part of the trip. I'm back where I started, Bristol; older, wiser, handsomer, modester and grammerly betterer.
I clocked up the magic 10,000 kms and after that stopped counting. It felt enough and I didn't want to be greedy.
So, a few days here to do notalot and play with my computer again, which is why I'm lumping loads of mugshots on this page, one a photo of the best bar sign in France, the others the work of my own fair fingers en route. Parental warning: these scrappy drawings contain scenes of nudity, oh yes! (From a life drawing class in Buenos Aires - more's the pity.)

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