Trains, trains, trains!

5,6,7,8; … 90 bricks later Dave has almost mastered the art of bricklaying.

Stuart’s gone native.

Stuart’s blagged a business class seat; but I’m not sure it’s going anywhere anytime soon,

Although there’s probably a button somewhere to move the seat closer to the buttons.

There’s going to be a fight over who gets the top bunk!

Dave’s playing with the local fawna again!

Dave can’t get any closer because there’s molten iron pouring from the bottom of the furnace.