We took breaks during the trip. Yet still, my poor tender buttocks felt massacred by the ride…
'If I have to be positive… Let's really think of it as a good massage that will make our booty look sexier. Cause if not I'll just feel grumpy about this.' — I joked around with Marianne as I held my poor back while boarding the carriage again after coming down at a little village to eat some nice lunch with… Something I had unknowingly been missing: Beer.
It was quite strong in taste, and even when I got my share of burps thanks to it… I'm appreciative. Because after stuffing myself while drinking beer too… I was knocked out through the rest of the afternoon even when riding that hellish carriage.
When I woke up I still felt beat up, yes. I'm sure I even hit my head at some crazy massage bump on the road but even then, being half asleep helped me save my annoyance for later.
