Tire stealing trolls!

The unworthy Gaijin did not drive much today, but the Trollstigen made sure that the disagreeable traveler was forced to stop very often and that he fills the memory of his smart phone with pictures.

While driving (no idea how that works without a brain, probably just the air swinging between the ears creates the illusion of thinking), the ignoble traveler thought that such places must be seen before being forced to taste an overdose of chlorophyll and being able to admire the beautiful, imposing stuff from a fluffy cloud while looking at the smelly Gaijin's helmet.

The unnecessarily present traveler planned this day very carefully, as the purchase of new shoes and the possible search for them were on the agenda, so that the noble steed can swing its hooves without any complaints and at a good pace.

It turned out to be a little more difficult than in France, but in the end, slender Berta enjoys wonderful, new, black rubber shoes that will hopefully carry us to faraway Greece.

It was a bit exciting, as the first shoemaker said that he no longer had any horseshoes in stock (delivery difficulties), but he gave BOSAMO another address.

There was initially nothing available there either, but when suddenly one whispered something to the other, the right Espadrilles were found and fitted.

It took a bit longer, but now we can set off on a wild ride again without having to hide in the bushes from the observant law enforcement officers, which is why a slightly longer stage is on the agenda for tomorrow.

It should be noted that this rare case of terrible surveillance occurred here only once.

P.s.: Error sightings here are really not uncommon!