The home of BOSAMO!

The ignoble Gaijin melts like moldy cheese in the oven, while the air between his ears begins to shimmer. Behind the noble steed, a trail of sweat forms, resembling the Danube, and a pungent odor emanates from his pants, as if there were an Italian fish market somewhere below his navel.

He has no idea what lies beneath his navel. It has been out of his line of sight for a long time. There might even be a dead, decaying bird nesting there, and he wouldn't know it because the foul smell would be no different!

The beginning of Methana also has a quite unique smell, as there are sulphurous thermal springs here...

'Devil! Was the BOSAMO already here or what smells like a giant egg fart? Dead animal carcasses on the road?!' thought the unwelcome presence with its thick sniffer, as it inhaled the air, which immediately reminded him that he would have to change his former white, now striped, underwear at some point.

Ah!

There is still time, as long as the constant nausea can be controlled while the rancid helmet is open. Then it's still okay for the fetid, wicked little sneak.

The fact that some delicate lady is making phone calls during the Bosamo passage to Mölk, well, that doesn't bother the grumpy curmudgeon in the least, in the truest sense of the word, because he has scavenged many a sour pizza crumb from his back.

Naturally, nothing goes to waste. A free meal like that doesn't come every day, but more and more often!

Well, and that nature has the fiercest erections, well, that was proven once again today, as the unworthy traveler noticed a little detail while perusing the delightful treasures of the Leseschatzikatzi...

Make an effort, my beloved and highly talented readers!

After all this time, you will certainly find out what put a very subtle smile on the wooden lips of the grumpy curmudgeon!

P.S.: My mistakes pale in comparison to your knowledge, don't they?

I'll give you a breath of fresh air in Methana!