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Post by OWEN MCCOOL on Jun 13, 2014 1:13:08 GMT
He had gone the whole nine yards. Shorts, floral print, camera, map, guidebook, even the white block of sunscreen was plastered on his nose, somewhat hidden by large, lazy sunglasses that, in the dying day, would soon be deemed unnecessary. The ruins were still crowded, though, Owen smiled as he slunked around the late-goers, twisting himself through until he found himself reasonably close to the attraction.
He looked down to half read his little hammy guidebook before looking up to studying the crumbled structure once again. Though he didn't show it, the guy was giddy. As soon as he set foot off the plane he knew he had made the right choice in coming to little nova athens, but the ruins, they all but confirmed a success story for his excursion.
Owen pulled up his camera and took a step back, he promised pics after all.
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