yo, cow
The triumph of yesterdays pub hunting was a sleeping place that wasn't full of ticks, cow dung and thistles. I was really happy even when our host tried to ride home drunk with a motorcycle and insisted us to hop on with our huge backpacks.
and a random horse was waiting for us on the door
1 July 2009
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