In wijn zit de waarheid.
Drove up to the in-laws this weekend and as usual the locals amazed me with their driving skills and respect for the laws of the road. Yes, I am being sarcastic. Queenslanders truly live up to the reputation of being horrible drivers. I am actually amazed that we are still alive.
There was non-stop stress, tension and questionable hygiene that made it impossible for me to relax. I had hopes to start reading my new book, but those hopes were killed instantly.
I learned that grilled fried vegan sausages, fried onions, and a boring salad (tomato, cucumber, bell pepper, lettuce / not sure it was washed well enough) is considered a nice dinner. I had to assume it was a dinner as it gave me a horrible stomach ache later on. No soft tacos that night, only pain and burps.
On the way home I was very happy for not living in the country. I also considered trying to stop one of the idiots tailgating us to beat him to a pulp, but instead I wish all the tailgaters will slowly and painfully die in a ball of fire; or someone else pulling them over teaching them a lesson.
Now I am glad to be home in our clean and silent apartment in the city.
And with a bottle of wine.
Proost!
