Spent the night in the sleepy village of Bobo with a Hungarian Vijla mix as my adopted buddy. Nice to chill. Stella finally found her walking groove as I stepped onto a little travelled road and socked a lot of miles away i na peaceful walking meditation. It had been a long time, around a year. It was like greeting an old friend.
Hungarians are a friendly lot. A few of them stopped to offer me a ride. When a church-bound farmer and his family pulled up in a tractor and what was obviously a manure trailer on weekdays, how could i resist? My queen, your carriage awaits you...
The queen of what??? That's what enquiring minds would like to know!!!!
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