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Here we come, walking down the street. We get the funniest looks from everyone we meet.


Spotted on the way to work this morning: a big line of monks – at least I think they were monks – on their way into town. "You don't see that every day", I think to myself, glad that I had the camera on hand.

Continuing the theme, off for a stroll and a bit to eat at lunchtime, no monks this time, but there was a bloke in a kilt leading an alpaca that had been imaginatively shaven. Alas for the rest of the world, I didn't have my camera.

Sorry.
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Dina said…
Your Friday gets the strangeness award all right! Sure they weren't just guys in their pyjamas?
Kris, you went out to lunch without your camera? Shame! Now we'll never know what an alpaca with a hairdo looks like.
14 November 2008 at 16:49
USelaine said…
I see the monks. I'm convinced of the monks. The alpaca? Not so much.
14 November 2008 at 16:54
Anonymous said…
That reminds me of infant school, where we all had to walk along, two by two, in a long line.

Shame about the lack of alpaca/kilt photos. Always happy to see a picture of the inhabitant of a kilt.
15 November 2008 at 00:22
Dan said…
I get it Kris. Hey Hey we're the MONKees. LoL. I like your turn of mind.
15 November 2008 at 01:11
Maria Verivaki said…
shame, the kilt would have been fun too!
15 November 2008 at 07:19
Dina said…
It's OK, you needn't really get kilt feelings because you missed a great shot.
15 November 2008 at 20:43
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I have more pictures of this group. They've been back. They had a dragon and a lion with them this week!

USelaine, I regret very much missing the shaved alpaca. It isn't something you see every day outside an S&M club.

Jackie, he had shocking legs, truth be told!
20 November 2008 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Dan, I'm glad that someone does!

Kiwi, pale, pale chicken like legs!

Dina, guilt is for Catholics and mothers, so I'm told.
20 November 2008 at 12:03
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