Sometimes you plan ahead and think you're gonna make something really special, but often things aren't going as planned. This was the case last weekend when Enzo and me decided to paint the local Hall Of Fame. It was supposed to be a spontaneous jam with lot of funny activities beside painting, but the weather screwed it all. At least that's what I thought when I woke up early in the morning and hear the rain. After 30 minutes and few phone calls to decide whether to wait for it to stop or cancel the whole action, we voted for plan C: get in a car and drive out to our secret playground. Here are some photos from the backstage so you could decide wether it was worth the "struggle"
The finished pieces from Enzo51 and Senph42
The place has some hard-to-reach spots...
...and you have to think twice before climbing up that rusty old ladder.
Speaking of thinking, that's not our strongest side after a night like this
There are a lot of dangerous, blood-thirsty creatures out there....
...in the jungle.
The spot is like a trainyard: get in, get up, take photos and get out.
You're not safe even in front of the wall, just ask Enzo 'bout that ;)
Basement, hall, three bedrooms, one bathroom, panorama windows, private beach, rooftop - Welcome to our Crib!
As I told before, it's a hard-to-reach spot, but that's why it's so well hidden
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