Raw roulade and raw violence

The two of them came up with this again! They are staying at the fancy garden hotel and I am left with Bruderek. Great, I have to stand on the corner with my brother for the whole work week...

And then I have to listen to all the buzzing about Celle, a great half-timbered town, super pretty and bla bla.

And not a word about all the beautiful cars that live in Celle!

But their food was a disappointment, the roulade was raw and the meat was sour! They claim it's a local specialty but ha, just excuses!

But the biggest outrage was the ferry situation. I had to drive, stop, drive, turn off the engine, on and on. And all I saw were stupid bikes blocking the nice behind of the adorable motorhome in front of me. And on the ferry, same thing: I'm squeezed in and they go wandering around! And they know very well that I get seasick from the rocking and the gas rises in me! That's what I call raw violence!