Arsch auf Grundeis!

Yes, and how!

The first goal of the unworthy traveler today was Erquy to stuff himself there with the finest view of the sea like good Obelix.

There was no roasted, fragrant wild boar or fresh fish.

Why Erquy and why Obelix?

According to the stories, Uderzo had this fishing village in mind as a model for his Gaulish village when he made his first sketches. And since the Gaijin likes these lovable Celts, his body had to end up there and have a small, nourishing feast.

The villagers would now exclaim together, raise their drinking horns, and place a roasted wild boar in the figure in the name of Teutates and Belenus.

Over 20 years ago, the foul-smelling one had already roamed this area.

France student exchange with Rennes, and one of the places visited was Cap Frehel.

So off we went with Berta again to make this lighthouse shake.

Take some pictures, doze off on a bench, then slowly shuffle back to the bike, deciding that you urgently need a coffee, rummage in your pocket, and NOTHING!

Where is the damn key!?!?

Not with Berta, not in the pants (there's never anything in there anyway!), not in the jacket!

SHIT!

Sudden awakening of the few remaining mental capacities!

So the clueless one slowly returns the way he came, searches everything that smells like him, bothers a few people sitting where he planted his butt earlier, and curses himself slowly back to Berta.

The damn key remained missing!

No more a l'aise Breizh!

The Gaijin's ass wasn't on thin ice anymore, it was completely frozen by now!

While pondering what needs to be done now, the Gaijin tapped his pockets, and something flashed in between!

Someone had actually found the key and brought it to the bike because it was the only Honda around, hiding it between the bags.

Stones as big as the unworthy traveler's undignified belly fell off his chest. Not even the wind from Cap Frehel could have given that rock a new direction.

At times, the strong wind blew so hard that it could have handed over the holey underpants of the smallest, most delicate colleague to me and said, 'Please hold onto this!'

Well, then the good colleague would have sat with the mouse on Mars a few minutes later, sung a cheerful little tune, and eaten all the cheese from the poor extraterrestrial mouse.

The Mont Saint Michel was actually supposed to be visited today, but that didn't happen. The foul-smelling one was satisfied with taking pictures from a distance.

Over 20 years ago, there was only one road there, but now there's a parking lot the size of a Gaulish village with Roman camps!

No, no, that's not for the unworthy traveler.

P.S.: Even though my mistakes could easily fill this parking lot, I just don't care about them like cars!