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'Around 9:30 am, when everyone has left the park for their expeditions into the mountains, the Saint gets out of bed and makes an attempt to ingest some food. It proves to be a challenging task. Swallowing breadlike materials with no saliva readily available in the oral cavity is a truly Gargantuan battle.'
'Saint Paul wakes up at the crack of dawn, after yet another hot and sweaty night’s rest. He still feels far from a reenergised bunny let alone like a reborn apostle. He therefore decides in all of His worldly acquired wisdom that today will be a day of rest, and not a day of hiking through the hellishly hot Andringitra mountain range, as He feels Beelzebub’s minions are hiding there to lure the Saint to defect to the dark side.'
'Around fifteen minutes from the finish line, engine sounds filthen the air. The truck is loaded with followers and is following the Saint. Although His Holiness appears to be a stone’s throw away from the town He still decides to let him be carried on board the metallic beast to the blessed church.'
'A little birdie has discovered the wrong kind of diesel has found its way into the tank, and this type of liquid does not particularly tickles the engine’s fancy. Fortunately, the driver has also mastered the skill to suck a golf ball through a garden hose, so a bit of diesel hosing is right up his alley.' ×