Sleep on the goat!

Yaaaawwwwwwwnnnn!

Wow, what a boring day it was today!

Today the traveling Fötide really had to check whether the side parts of the black rubber of the bertaschen moccasins had only come into contact with something other than air once, and indeed:

It had rained, so water had also run along...

Finnish moped tires could simply be made of hard plastic, because for the two or three curves on 500 kilometers you might as well push the goat away with your hand.

For the unworthy traveler, this day was so uninteresting and boring that if you wanted to make a comparison, you could write that Wagner's Ring of the Nibelungs, enjoyed in its entirety and in one go, would seem like several streets of coke in comparison!

Unfortunately, that's why there are no pictures for my beautiful and very best favorite readers, because there were simply only trees to see and none of them were spectacular enough to make a fuss about.

Ok, ok!

Once in a while, the whole thing was interrupted by a lake or a city, but none of it aroused the interest of the ignoble Gaijin.

BOSAMO was already a little warned, because several days ago he had met a Finnish moped club and asked the guys what there was to see here.

The answer was: 'We have trees, we have lakes... Oh, you can visit Santa Claus Village!'

That was probably not a lie from the guys!

I hope to make it to Helsinki, for that I will take one day, otherwise it means closing my eyes and going through it (you could have a decent and refreshing nap on the Berta during the ride!).

P.s.: Closing your eyes and going through it also applies to the valued readership! Just ignore any mistakes!