Snapping dogs from the regulatory office!

Soda, the beefy traveler heads to Rendsburg early in the morning as there is a lot to do in this small town.

First stop is a self-service car wash, because the unpleasant traveler has always washed his rags in sinks and stuff, but it never gets really clean and so the BOSAMO not only looks like a tramp, no in the long run, he would potentially smell even stronger than the beloved Italian buck at the beginning of our journey, my dearest lesbian crew.

So fill up the drum, buy detergent, pour it in, pay, and unfortunately the ignorant traveler paid for a dryer because he had misread a button when paying and of course he had taken exactly as much money as was necessary.

So off to the neighboring store, begging the people there for money so that the Gaijin laundry can finally spin.

By coincidence, the lady there was also the boss of the car wash, she probably took pity on the fetid guy and paid for the washing cycle.

Very kind of her!

After a visit to the pharmacy, it was off to the post office, because there were some things that were sent back to Austria as they have been useless until now, and when leaving the post office, a female office dog barks at the useless one because he is not allowed to park his scooter here, only unloading is allowed.

That's exactly what the Gaijin did, he accepted the warning and staggered to the next cafe, where a sign said that it was allowed to loiter around for two hours.

So the unnecessary one sits down in the shack and waits a long time for the waiter (his calves could really have been tattooed while walking and it would have been a flawless picture), gets the brown broth, slurps it, looks out the window and lo and behold:

The strong, female arm of the regulatory office is writing a ticket for Berta!

Off he goes to the old lady and asks what this is all about!

'I thought I could park here for two hours!'

'You can, but you have to use a parking meter.'

'Where should I put it and you saw me at the post office 20 minutes ago!'

'Yes, but it was photographed and now you will receive a fine!'

The writing one covers the Styrian words that followed with a mantle of silence...

'Excuse me? What did you say?!'

The unpleasant traveler better went back to the cafe because he was really angry, he did not explain his magical Styrian words to the German bureaucrat and as for the ticket, she can have it...

It will not be paid, let's see what happens.

In the meantime, the rain cover had to be ready, so pick it up and finally off to the Danes!

However, a nature reserve was still passed and oh my goodness, the unworthy one has never seen so many geese in one place!

Extremely impressive!

Nils Holgersson could truly live out his goose sodomy here!

After seeing so many roast geese, it was decided to stop for a meal and there were oysters too!

More than 25 years ago, the foul-smelling one had the honor of eating a plate of oysters on Mont Saint Michel and had to realize that these slimy creatures really won't become the culinary love of his life.

Today, however, the greedy traveler thought that his taste experience has changed over time...

So order one creature and taste it again.

Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac...

So what the hell:

If someone gets horny from that, they would also suck on a cold, dead grandma, or grandpa, depending on their preference!

P.s.: I'd rather eat oysters than be shown my mistakes!