The winding desires of the steep cliffs!

What a sleep that was!

As if a cudgel specially turned for the tough, deformed hydrocephalic had massaged that of the traveler and given him a sleep that should drive every counting sheep into the rooms of the AMS, as a retraining to the alarm clock could secure the future of the shepherds' association.

So like a young, strong and dynamic Wieserl, Meinereiner hops out of bed, slips into his driver's skin, pushes the bags onto his hump and off to Berta for a scrub.

Almalfi or bust!

Today, not much was planned to be achieved, only 210 kilometers were on the bike computer and according to the knowledge center on the handlebars, it should all be done in a few hours.

I think anyone who has ever been on the road to Almalfi will now put on a knowing smile, sip a sip of beer, and happily chuckle at the naivety of the unworthy.

SHIT, it was busy there!

SHIT, that's spectacular!

I have never seen anything like it, I think you have to drive this road once in a lifetime, but preferably on a motorcycle, so that you can occasionally shift your ass to the side and let this steep cliff act on you as if it were a cream for the soul.

If my jaw had hung down any further, it would have been run over by the tires!

Unfortunately, not everything that presented itself like a proud peacock could be photographed, if I had risked that, an immediate penetration of my backside by a bumper would have occurred, and Meinereiner is certainly not eager for that.

The locals whiz around the corners on their mopeds like crazy people!

Buses and cars face each other like oxen because they are too stupid for the roads!

Houses built into and on the rock!

Definitely a different way of life here, as I know it.

Just impressive!

You have to see this once in your life!

That's it!

P.S.: It would be a mistake to hold my mistakes against me at a cliff.