It's pouring!

...all damn day here!

Yesterday, the Gaijin had to notice that the next weather front will probably land in Brest overnight, which is why this particularly clever guy planned a shortened route with a hotel that allowed early check-in.

Sischa is Siascha, goi!

After a meager breakfast, the unworthy traveler sniffed the morning air and already had to realize that the humidity was approaching the wetness, so the Gaijin decided to dress in plastic to be prepared for rain.

So today, better go all out, put on the motorcycle diapers, so that the pants stay nice and dry.

Because once the unworthy person's pants are wet, he might catch a cold, which could mean that he would have to go through a fateful urine run like in The Green Mile.

What a disgusting howling there would be in the night!

All werewolf hunters in the area would immediately be on their feet, having to chase and consequently deter the BOSAMO with torches and pitchforks (made of silver, of course).

So the unworthy traveler would have to do this painful business even in a hurried sprint, which would definitely make the socks soaking wet and let's not even talk about wet, cold feet!

What terrible consequences that would have for this poor Gaijin in a foreign land!

Gaijin cold!

A Man cold is the warmest, dampest, and most sulfurous little brother of a fart in the next grove compared to that.

So in fart dimensions, this would be the part that even brings the big tough guys from Jack Ass to pathetic tears and makes them flee in panic like rabbits.

So let's avoid that, especially since the Unworthy one lacks a loving, stroking, caring hand, and the BOSAMO could not whine to anyone, and that is the most important thing for a quick recovery.

So today a lighthouse with a church ruin was visited, a possible beach walk unfortunately fell into the rainwater, then it was decided to have enough and to escape to the quarters, to wrap oneself in fine, cozy linen, and to nap a little in the afternoon.

P.s.: My mistakes deprive me of sleep!