...and in the middle a Gaijin...

...in lousy weather!

The unworthy traveler had hoped that this miserable angelic groaning would pass over his much too large, misshapen skull at night, but no such luck!

This weather crap came from the south, got stuck in the Koblenz area and then this horrible weather map also looked as if it would pee 400 km on its greasy head today.

...it was only about 200km, what luck.

Anyway, the raging Gaijin has now reached the North Sea and has landed near Dunkirk.

A terribly historic little town and nowadays quite industrialized, as you can clearly see in the pictures.

There is also a very long sandy beach here that is used by kite surfers and the like and that really wanted to be photographed.

Well, he wouldn't be there unnecessarily if something interesting hadn't happened at the water...

A Frenchman actually burned his car in the sand and couldn't drive away.

Two of them tried to get the car free, but it didn't move at all, so the grumpy clerk offered to help, but even with three of them nothing happened.

The car remained pecking in the sand like a fly on its beloved, still steaming, nice and warm, cozy cow shit.

Then the unworthy Gaijin had the idea of looking for large pieces of wood and placing them under the tires, but all he found was a fairly solid, long bar (he wrote solid, long bar! Hehe...).

So the part under the tires, but nothing worked because only the wheel was turning in the sand, which I also told the gentleman and suggested that the ASR should be turned off, or even the differential lock.

...but somehow the master didn't understand me, despite the rooster translation.

This will certainly not lead to any international understanding!

At some point the Frenchman will have reached someone on the phone and will be able to leave the beach, because after a while the fetid traveler will have to move on and find a place to stay for the night.

Tomorrow England will be conquered, let's go Bauanbuam!