The Wanderer Returns

 

 

Joe's back from Zante.

Forty eight hours later and he is still catching up on the Zzzs.

I picked him up at midnight on Wednesday and it wasn't until the next morning I spotted his black eye.

 

Don't ask.

 

I am so glad I didn't know what he had been up to until he got home.

Arriving back at the hotel at 9am, taking quad bikes for rides around the cliff, hiring a speedboat and packing a crate of beer in the back.

 

Ah to be 18 again.