Four countries jubilee anniversary!

That's right, my highly esteemed, extremely intelligent and extra schoafn reading circle members!

33333.3 kilometers, that's how much the unworthy traveler has cycled down and something like this had to be honored with a four-country triumphal procession.

The Caesarian, bertasche chariot was driven from Greece to North Macedonia and Albania.

The noble steed was finally parked in Montenegro, where it now stands contentedly whinnying in front of the hotel and eagerly sharpening its hooves for tomorrow.

The weather forces the ignoble Gaijin to leave one of his last travel highlights behind, as he does not want to struggle with approaching thunderstorms in the mountains.

Too bad about Durmitor, but that stuff isn't going anywhere and will simply remain on the bucket list, which was extended with a few entries during the journey:

Market day in Penne:

That intense smell of porchetta!

The whole town smelled of it!

The greedy Eine will never forget it and his mouth still waters when he thinks about it. What the hell happened there that there was no time to eat through all the pigs in this town?

God, stop drooling all over the keyboard, you orally unsatisfied writer!

Route des Grandes Alpes:

Berta's hooves glow at the thought of these roads and the unworthy traveler's huge, ribbed underpants get all wet when he thinks about these sharp French curves!

This will be done as soon as possible.

Although: he has already received a love letter from France: 5 km/h too fast in the built-up area will cost him 90 euros...

In France, orthographic love services are just expensive, right!

... and now also Durmitor

At least it has cooled down properly and it will be quite changeable here for the next few days, but better sour piss on the misshapen skull of BOSAMO than 39 degrees searing on the fur.

That much is certain!

P.s.: Has the writer been left without spelling?

Ha, it has never been within his close range!