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THAI LADY CONFRONTING MUSLIMA,
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- Pattaya, Thailand, 01-02-2010. Several days after...
- Lord Buddha on my door
- Pom Tong Kan Pop Khun
- WHAT I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW
- The Death of a Hot Momma
- New arrivals to Pattaya.
- An Austrian sex tourist in the making
- bUDDHIST nIRVANA OR MAYBE THE CHATOLIC VERSION OF ...
- By third class train to Lopbury
- Sketching young Thai ladies
- My first encounter with Thai hospitality
- Back in the Zone
- Peter Klashorst, the"enfant terrible" of the Dutch...
- Nee Meneer, plain and simple
- A non-official family affair.
- My old haunt, soi Ngam Dupli
- Crumbled Farang Speak and undereducated Thai Farmers.
- Back in the Land of the Holy Thais
- Ehm from Thailand
- The Angel Of Death
- For a fistfull of one dollar notes...
- Looking up...at what ???
- The Acrylic Lord Buddha
- Nha from Surathani.
- Competing women
- Working on my "women".
- WOMEN ARE LIKE CHEWING GUM
- Misty in pastels on paper
- Patrick Kluivert in black pen drawing
- Mister Oehoe in pastels on paper
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About Me
- heraclio
- Amsterdam, The Netherlands
- This is an adult 18 plus blog so if you are under 18 years of age, get off this site please. This is a blog about my travelling life, the years I moved across the globe with my old bulky backpack. This is also a blog about my life in Amsterdam when I`m not travelling. Not really sure if I consider myself a real artist...just writing down words coming out of my crazy Farang mind, drawings from the dream world...I was on the move most of my life and nowadays try hard to settle down here in Amsterdam but still wintering in far-away Asia...always carried my sketchbook with me in my worn backpack, always feeling the need to draw what my eyes noticed and write what my gray brain mass brought to the surface of my nutty mind...to the consiousness of my weird excistence. Hope you enjoy my sketchbook pages and the occasional painting.. Hans from Amsterdam.
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