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Another beautifyl day for walking through gullies and eucalyptowoods in a pleasant dustrain for an hours time.
Hubert had to go to hospital yesterday with an infection in his lounges, but will expectedly join the group later this afternoon here in Pedrouzo.

At this Pedrouzo albergue the manager obviously was able to speak english. Exactly as obvious he acted as if he did not.

In the bunk bed opposite mine Is Borsha, who I met some days earlier. Don't remember exactly where on the route. Borsha is a powerful looking woman from Düseldorf with very thick and strong braids.
As I remember she did not understand english, so I told her: "Mein vater war ein sehr berümter spuhrhund aus Düseldorf", what gives no sense at all.
Knut knows what I mean. This sentence was used evry day in a danish christmascalender for adaults and is totally nonsense. Actually Knut and I had since we met been repeating words from this extreme funny christmascalender like we played Peter Sellers as Clouseur.
Sorry Borcha: I could not help it.