Drama Baby!

The unworthy traveler's streak of luck seems to have run out a bit, because since today there has been a rather unpleasant, refreshing humidity here on the green island.

But what should he moan about, the slovenly scribbler, twelve days on the road on his noble horse and only on two measly days was waterproof rain gear really needed.

He really shouldn't moan and grumble.

What this dark, heavy cloud cover really brings with it, however, is some really brilliant, dramatic-looking landscape shots, because when the light falls just right and there is a light-dark wall of clouds along the sky, it creates wonderful, bold contrasts all by itself.

Beautiful, eye-balming Büda, at least that’s what the grumpy Schreibermeier thinks.

Drama drama baby!

At the moment, however, the dishonorable Gaijin is particularly concerned with one question:

Which of these countless whiskey distilleries should he head to so that he can bring home something decent to drink?!

No plan!

No idea!

I don't even like the stuff!

His usual approach will probably have to remedy this:

Just take the distillery that is furthest to the left of Ireland and whose name is unpronounceable for a Styrian.

The dishonorable gaijin also hopes that he will get hold of something that is not so easy to get at home and that will really flatter the olfactory bulbs and palates of his relatives, that their minds will be almost ecstatic and that they will muse with their fingers outstretched: "Eh! You can drink this stuff. Without stretching it."

Ok, we'll see...

If there is one of the wonderful and extremely intelligent readers who has any idea about this highly intellectual subject, then this best one is of course very welcome to help!