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Today the hang-out has an end. Chris and I are going on the Achill Island trip. We squeeze into the Toyota and drive around the island. Don't ask me where we got. I can't keep in mind all the names.

What I kept in mind is the very strong blow job I got on the edge of a cliff. The wind was blowing so strong that I was able to stem all my 93 kilos against and found a standing. Additionally the cliff was high so that I got a great overview over the coastline. We stopped at another place at the coast with a view on the atlantic smashing two to three meter high waves against the rocks. Impressive!

The third break we took was also high and gave an awesome view to the sea. Sun and clouds made a natural spectacle. Very pleasant folks. For the first time I recognize the punksheeps which are painted in different colors. Looks shitty but it is surely good to the shepherds to know which sheeps belong to who.

When we came back to the flat we got the weeks bonus. The gas is delivered! Cheers! Joy! Expectation of a warm and cuddly home raise in our heads. This doesn't sound only promising.. it is!

The evening finds it end with red vine and dinner (and a few hours home and foreign communications). The round trip made me tired though we did it with the car. At midnight we fall to bed and sleep.