Am Strand

There are sooo many endless sandy beaches here in Donegal that not even all the blade-eating dog waste distributors in the world could shit on them, the unworthy traveller is almost certain of that!

What sand is lying around here!

So the dishonorable Gaijin couldn't get past it anymore and today he pulled himself together, left poor Berta alone in the parking lot and strolled around a bit on one of those piles of sand that are so popular with swimmers, surfers and other such riffraff.

Perhaps this visit to the beach will also make history in a few million years, because it could well be that the future ruling race of this planet (the smelly fetid strongly suspects that they will probably be furry, intelligent kitties with opposable thumbs who have learned to open their own cans, which will then make the annoying, misplaced feeder unnecessary and as a result we ALL have to die!) will at some point stand puzzled next to the stone footprints of the unnecessary presence and then discuss whether there was ever a giant, human sub-race, because they have never found such extremely deep footprints.

Hehe, it was only the small, stupid traveler who destroyed the hallway with his misshapen Krumpan stomper.

There was a small annoyance today, however, because Gockel and DummDumm insisted that there was a ferry from Rathmullan to Buncrana, which turned out to be a small, neat construction site, and there was a lot of activity there.

So as a result, the person who was unnecessarily present had to drive an extra 50 kilometers, but today it was just warm and sunny all day long!