Yesterday, it was expat evening at Moritz‘ house in RT Nagar, Bangalore. Although he moved it more than one year, I’d say, well, the house is like totally empty. There is hardly any furniture in it which was quite a relief for myself when people start ridiculing my own spartanic interior :-) Moritz, a great host as usually, had organized beef and chicken which found its organized way onto the grill and then with the help of beer into our stomachs.
Here is Moritz during the preparation in combat position for the “Kräuterbutter”:
Here a few “chicks” in the mandatory sit-in who did not find their organized way on the grill … ;-)
And here the most little, little, little boys of Bangalore. Although it does not appear like that on the pic, because I had my crossdress-high-heels on, by the side of Moritz I have these few moments in life where I with 1,93 meters feel small.
Feeds
Who is that small and sweet pig? He looks so innocent. Or is that a wolf in pig’s skin? *wonder wonder*
:-P
I hope you are well!
Kisses.