Repent BOSAMO!

Repentance must be done again by the wicked wanderer!

With a sleepless night, thunder and lightning, the Lord has shown him his debauched, disgusting, lustful sins and commanded BOSAMO to make a pilgrimage to a church!

So, sweating and smelling bad, he ventured out into the world, started his sinful journey, and embarked on the rocky path of purification.

'Go to Rocamadour!', the Lord thundered:'Climb the steep paths of the city, take the sharpest piece of wood you can find, place your twisted knee bone on it, and lash your back several times!'

And so it was.

Poor Berta dragged the fat, sweating wanderer up the city, but unfortunately, I lost the piece of wood somewhere along the way, and the whip had a pink plush trim (I always carry that and plush handcuffs with me, of course!).

'Disgraceful traveler! May lightning strike him in the ass! His noble steed shall be taken from him! Go to Martel and visit my Romanesque-Gothic home there! Then go to the city during the midday heat and sweat there, so that the honorable rats can feast, for they are more worthy than this BOSAMO!', scolded the Lord.

And so it was.

Unfortunately, the streams created by sweat swelled into rivers, and many noble gray rodents paid for their thirst with their lives as they were carried away by the backflow and washed into the land of their ancestors.

'You devilish Gaijin! I shall take away his accommodation for today, and he shall sleep on the ground, just as his filthy, smelly bones deserve!', cursed the Lord the unworthy one.

And so it nearly happened.

As I mentioned yesterday, I planned to find a place to stay later in the day, and that's exactly what happened.

Let's just say that the check-in didn't go quite as planned, because first I had to wait around in the middle of nowhere for an hour, only to find out that someone had messed up and ignorant me didn't have a room!

So, I had to book something else, get back on Berta, and somehow there's no hotel where I'm looking for one...

But the street matched.

The house number and address were so small on an open gate, and I, a blind fool, kept missing it!

Only after making a phone call did a lady realize that it was the same motorcyclist who kept passing by...

P.S.: Feel free to let me know about my mistakes over the phone! Spell them out like in a phone, package them like in a bag, freeze it all so the conversation stays fresh when I come back.

P.P.S.: Oh! Baby in the next room... The Lord is truly punishing me today...