El Caballo Blanco (Which means “The” Caballo Blanco) may stir up the remeniscing mixed with slagging off loved by TWOP readers, a-la Pizza Showtime. Apparently in1974 there was nothing to do but wait for Gough to implode or drive for miles into the country to see some premium horse stamping at El Caballo. Cookster who bafflingly keeps banging on about how we don’t have enough sunlight in cold dark Perth summers was apparently touched enough by the sun to hit ‘Blanco only a few weeks ago. For some reason he didn’t take a shot of a room, but he did get a shot of a picture of someone riding a crosseyed horse. Some dry dolphins, one of which needs to wipe its chin, and some wet mermaids.
I’m thinking of issuing a TWOP worst gathering manual. It would include not telling me about a great picture you didn’t take. & If you come across public art, FIRST get the closeups of boozies, willies and back doors. THEN if you have time get the establishing shot. One correspondent went all the way to China and didn’t take a shot up the skirt of a bronzed woman statue. People. Think. Cookster, where are the ecu’s of the boozies and the gobbling dolphins? How were the arses of the mermaids handled? Any crack or just scales? Get closer.