Mach mich feucht!

...and please do it all day!

The smelly Gaijin is already considering whether the new back slipper should be exchanged for a, undoubtedly superior, ressel screw in the water, so that the North Cape could be reached faster floating on the streets.

But this is complaining at the highest level, because the ignorant traveler was warned by things he read and other moped riders that the days here enjoy a refreshing, invigorating moisture.

In addition, it is currently a constant 12-15 degrees on the alarm clock here, which additionally awakens the spirits of the unnecessarily present and does not evaporate like an unprotected snail under the Spanish sun.

In addition, there is beautiful scenery always full straight into the furry muzzle!

The Atlantic Road was driven today and BOSAMO (who was warned by a Finnish party that if the wind is strong enough, it would be one of the most dangerous roads) thought about the experience on the Danish bridge and set off with a guilty conscience.

Luckily, the wind was not strong enough to even sway the massive, Styrian, evil rascal a bit, and the ride was really worth it for the reddened little eye, only the road was almost too short for the uninformed taste of the ignoble Gaijin, it could have gone on like this for another 100 kilometers.

After that, kilometer eating (unfortunately also tomorrow...) was on the agenda, with the coast being rather avoided, because to drive everything around here would require an extension of the free year (there would actually be nothing against it, right my dearest, lovely boss ladies!).

P.S.: For my bossy bookworm readers: You're welcome to recognize mistakes, but it just doesn't bother me!