Geier above us!

Well people, the Gaijin is not sorry, because today you will be bombarded with mountains again.

That the unworthy one stayed in it, he already saw in the morning, when the first vulture bird of prey (you choose) circled over Bertachen, even drawing a few rounds around both of us ornamental fish.

Throughout the day, the unpleasant traveler could not help but notice that here every small summit has its own vulture bird of prey couples colonies and the aroused bird watcher must probably waddle around with a painful priapism.

Please treat your priapism before it turns blue, my dear bird-loving readers, the consequences of a necrotic salami are not insignificant!

If the interested reader has now decided to visit this area and also owns a dog of the brand 'Taschenlulu', then the ignorant one would like to issue a warning here:

Please remove the diamond necklace before the dog goes out, it would be a shame if the stones only reappear in the owl pellet at the nest and a young animal may have swallowed them badly beforehand!

Poor young animal: diamonds definitely scratch in the throat, right at the end of the cloaca it must really rub badly!

Bird rescue was also on the agenda today.

So the unworthy one is driving through a village and in the middle of a dead end sits a confused magpie.

Apparently, it didn't handle the car's window well, its neck was fine, its feet and wings too, but there was a little blood coming out of its beak.

In any case, the BOSAMO grabbed the bird and put it on a garden wall with bushes, hopefully it survives.

Otherwise, today's route was very similar to yesterday's: damn many mountains, damn many curves, and I'll be damned if the tour wasn't equally beautiful as yesterday!

So if you roll your carcass to Spain with your moped, you have to visit this mountain range, but before that, you should properly screw your lower jaw so that it doesn't get dragged on the asphalt.

The route today ended on the coast and soon Spain will be off the hook!

Now the poor French will soon come back and their northern coast is hopelessly exposed to the treachery of the Gaijin.

Viva Espana and malheur aux francais!

P.s.: Viva my mistakes!