Ella, Ella, Ella
We ride through the rolling hills full of round, green, bushes. As far as I can look I see tea plantations. We’re up in central Sri [...]
We ride through the rolling hills full of round, green, bushes. As far as I can look I see tea plantations. We’re up in central Sri [...]
The alarm goes (again) at 05:00 AM. Back home I could still be dancing in a club at this hour, especially together with my four [...]