It's interesting that I seem to make some of my best
(and sometimes my worst) decisions after a beer or two. Well, Olivier and I agreed to drive Guido, Anke, Saray (their 5 year-old daughter), Jose and Nancy to San Jose. Jose was going home and the rest were on their
way home to Germany, ja. Well, we all piled into the big Landcruiser and with Olivier managing the getto blaster and the music in the back we headed off. Yep, it's a pretty country. The roads are a bit sh*tty
though. I enjoyed the ferry ride – the ferry can take about 2 or 3 quite big trucks and about 20 cars. It's ferries like this that you read about that capsize and everyone drowns – well, this ferry looked good and
seaworthy. Anyway, the biggest wave that hit us was only 50 mm (that's 2 inches to Americans and very old people), so it didn't bother me much.
Two of the trucks had cows in them on their way to
their happy hunting grounds I guess. Those cow fannies are scary and very ugly things. My friend Adrian does the odd bit of fertilisation of his cows on his farm. Artificial that is! Anyway, Adrian, you have my
We dropped everyone off and immediately headed back.
By 9:30 pm we were home. The drive was by far the most dangerous thing we have done thus far on this trip.
A beer and bed.