Everyone is talking about Zechnkäs in the Peloponnese!

A solid cheese is it with the Peloponnese!

To the exhausting monkey heat here also come astronomical price formations, where even the Norwegians become paler than they already are, these light-shy rain dancers.

No run-down shack for under 100 euros can be found!

For the overnight stay, one's trouser pocket is practically slit open and broken into the onion leather wallet!

The undeserving traveler actually wanted to steer towards the southernmost point of the continental Greek countries, to drive everything nicely, but he doesn't want to afford it.

He had actually come up with something for the heat, because at the moment he drives as soon as the first ray of sunshine tickles his bushy nose hair until it shows 14 on the speedometer, then it's the end of the road, the sweaty, wet ass is parked in a room with air conditioning for cooling off, and the armpit hair can waft around like long, flowing hair in cold air.

But it doesn't help, the present Gstopftn want to stay among themselves and enjoy their grilled, golden eggplants without the finest, bertasche exhaust fumes, while soaking their sun-tanned ass cheeks in donkey milk along with dissolved pearls, so that the skin is nice and soft again after the strenuous sunbath.

So the ignoble Gaijin simply crossed the country here and cooled down his salty carcass in Partas, afterwards he's going towards Albania, whether on the coast or back in the mountains, we'll see.

From now on, it's definitely heading towards the goal, a few more days the most beautiful and smartest readers in the world still have to endure the lukewarm brain winds of the fetid BOSAMO and afterwards it's time again to devote oneself to high literature, right my reading treasures!

No more primitiveness that stretches your brain convolutions in fear every evening.

P.s.: Do you consider my mistakes remarkable?

In the Middle Ages there was a bank where not only brain convolutions were straightened out...