Dubossary Photos.

That’s a bit of a promising title. I was busy with some srs bsns that day, so I only snapped a few shots, and the majority of them were blurry. Like these two of Moriarty. He couldn’t be arsed with me that day:

This is the cat that usually poses. Obviously father was more important. Or maybe he was once again offended that I didn’t bring any dry food for him.

The dog, on the other hand, was mad as ever:

Druzhok is chained. The chain is long, so he has a reasonable amount of space, and he doesn’t strain himself or suffocate himself on it. He’s well fed and has shelter from sun/ rain/ snow. PMR’s animal laws are inhumane, so dogs running loose routinely get poisoned/ captured/ shot, even if they are collared and have contact information.

Plus my father’s neighbours are weird. Let’s not comment on that subject any further.

I haven’t got much to say about the rest of the photos. As mentioned, I was busy with other stuff, so I snapped what I could. It’s odd, I’ve been through Dubossary so often during the past 13 years, but I rarely ever have time to stop and explore this little town.

That thing with a green roof is a second-hand/ stock shop. I bought the most ridiculous pair of trousers while there.

This is a cafe. I never knew this was a cafe, until I zoomed in on the photograph and read that it was one.

I really want to remedy this and come to Dubossary to spend a day just walking the streets and visiting random eateries. But since I don’t have a car at the moment, and I’m not much of an inter-city bus person, I don’t know when this might happen.

Here’s a picture of a wall that’s kept me company for about an hour as I sat in the car waiting.

I like walls.