Everything is the same at the dike!

Third day of absolute flatland and yes:

Slowly but surely, the unworthy traveler longs for the mountains and some proper curves, but it's not time yet, because first I have to go to the Netherlands once again to visit an acquaintance whom the Gaijin hasn't seen for over 20 years, when he was still squeaky clean, fresh and always in a good mood, playing his agricultural synthesizer for a folk dance group.

I'm already looking forward to it.

But what is there to report about today?

The restless psychopath is slowly getting strong twitches, which seem to occur more frequently when the land is very straightforward and the road layout is about as exciting as an overlooked speed bump that causes joyful howling under the helmet, because something finally happened.

The very best readers might be of the opinion that the lustful screaming has more to do with the fact that the inattentive fetid person has badly bruised his testicles on the tank, but the unworthy one would like to point out to the most beautiful lectors that the Gaijin's testicles were already burnt off a few weeks ago and 'ball busting' no longer has the desired effects.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's how it is:

No matter how well executed, well-intentioned, energetic and on point a kick to the balls may be, it will not enhance our shared, pleasurable experiences to ecstasy!

Please give up on that, but be creative and please submit your undoubtedly excellent ideas to the chief editor, who is already eagerly anticipating the arrival of erotic fantasies.

P.s.: Reporting my mistakes here, that's the true, hard kick in the groin!