But was no time to enjoy the sunshin, the train is at de station. I rushed to the cashier, but was long que. Finally had my ticket in my hand, so hurried to the platform and realised with horror: Gone, gone, gone! Oh, no!!!!
I am sick and tired. Oh, I can't sit down, there's a boat that's leaving soon. The sailing was terrible, the boat was sliding up and down on the big waves of the river. I were a kind a sea-scik. Three days had to survive, no food, just drinks (no, no tequila, only some wiskey), lost some weight, but finally arrived. It take a long pull to get there, but finally I was there. Went to the pub, this shall be my judgement day. And guess, what I found there?
Yes, my Tequila.