Siesta

Holy moly! The last couple of days were by the sweat of our brows. No down-cooling whatsoever at nights’, continuing starry skies, crickets’ musical orchestra sounding (pounding) during the muggy nights, could not deceive our efforts to enter northern German hemisphere again. Before our return home we had to halt for another couple days and Ayo Bayo could get his long-desired Dolphin tattoo. Wow and then there was Sveti Rock: The holy hill inside of Winnetou’s and Old Shatterhand’s land. If there had not brocken and granite rocks all the way up, our trusted friend would have not had an entire car wash by hand at the end of Tour of Croatia.

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