Tour

Now I seemed without damage and seeing the fiery cataclysm my tour going-up in flame, I ascertained that all the orange-combustion was on the tent perimeter and fluming high into the air. My goods were in a hollow, a cave of non-combusting fire-light. I could reach into and under the sky-reach flame and pull-stuff out. I pulled the sleeping bag and everything out but the smallest stuff. My little luxuries which were at the far end of the tent I apparently could not. Then the fire-arch collapsed inward, in a carpet of flame. Crump !

So I didn't lose that-much. The farmer came out as the only witness. I expressed that I was fine, and most essentials were saved. He said I could sleep in his hay-loft, and while I didn't need to - I-did. The first and only time I had slept in a movie-famous hayloft on hay-smell.

I needed a new stove and a few other things. And apparently that is why I have such a lack of photos from Scotland on. I was now fleeing the winter and heading south on German Authobans and they were proud of them. Authobans and big German Mercedes seemed to drive faster than everyone else in Europe, sped past me I would be thinking at well over a hundred in miles-per-hour, in the fast-lane. Never did like Mercedes. Innocuous looking really, noisy and growly, pompous, "Don't like me - tough-totters". German engineering was a popular phrase. You don't like me because I am better than you. You should be like-me. I-am great. Not everybody can be so-great. So you hate me because I am great. Am I not the lucky-one ? I must confess it feels good. I am better than you. Very pompous automobiles, or at least they were driven by very pompous people.

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