Bis auf die Knochen!

The unworthy One is a little ashamed...

According to him, yesterday's post was not exactly the best piece in the package, as the distorted representation of himself is naturally far from him!

Why does this audacious, loud-mouthed guy flaunt himself like that?

Disgusting!

No! He should be ashamed, and he must do the penance, but sliding on his belly and pursued by a few wild billy goats tormenting him from behind!

So, today this little unnecessary thing went into a church for the penance, and the fact that he can still write this post answers the question of whether I spontaneously combusted or whether I was struck by lightning while pooping in the church.

The answer is a clear no, apparently I still wasn't angry enough.

Before entering the church, the unworthy traveler chose a beach for his last meal, spread there like a plague, disturbed the peaceful sunbathing of many beach babes with his smell, and enjoyed himself in a way that only an uninhibited gaijin can.

Then he saddled Berta again and off he went, towards the cool air!

So, the heat of southern Spain is now over and I'm making the lives of the Portuguese a little more unbearable!

Since the ignorant one is not knowing and therefore arrived too early for the church in Faro (different time zone), he sat down in a pub and wanted to order a noble hot beverage made from beans.

The highly motivated landlord appeared with a menu, talked a lot, I smiled and nodded, and the gastronomy expert quickly bounced back into his kitchen.

I don't know what I ordered, but I love surprises!

I had a really good pea soup with chicken, and there was also a dessert. I washed it all down with a liter of water and paid 10 euros including a tip.

The ignorant one's luck today!

Escaped the heat, ate well, and survived the church service!

Oh yes! There was also the church in Faro!

Well, it has something very special, they have exhumed a cemetery of monks, and to prevent the old hooded ones from simply haunting around, the good Portuguese people have built an ossuary.

The interior walls were beautifully built with the bones of the holy guys, which now entices many Gothic followers to go to church, and apparently there is also no accounting for whether they might spontaneously combust.

Oh, there was also the display of meat:

Interested ladies can of course apply to my editorial office, and to make it even more enticing for the ladies, I have included a picture of my helmet hair and a photo of an exquisite calf muscle!

Start drooling, Your Ladyship!

...and in the meantime, I'm sweet-talking the thermometer: 20 degrees in the afternoon!

The spirits of the unnecessary one are awakened!

P.S.: You can also drool over a flawless text, but you will never find it here!