|Hanging outside Gödör is what it is. A great place where you can bring your own drinks and pretend you're at a festival for death people. At least I couldn't hear any music. But I did bring cider.|
|Sorry but I can't stand people with bad style sneaking up behind me. Please tell me when you've passed so I can open my eyes.|
|Later in the evening a man decided to swim across the not so clean water where we just pushed in a medium sized cock roach. |
Maybe he saved it.