Helpful Review 5
...Stetson! Here you can read about wild things. From the wild west, from wild horses, ranches and the wild, wild, wide plains of the prairie...
Now I'm putting on the Stetson. Let's go. Expedition.
At the beginning of our exploration - with "Stetson" and "Hope" - we find ourselves in far-away Anatolia and look forward to the Baklava served up. The ingredients are exclusive and familiar to us. Especially carnation and jasmine (but I'm susceptible to them), cedar and smug patouchli.
And as we swing across the Takla Makan, the scent we brought with us from the small bottle reminds us of the excrements of the oafs (!), puffed up with honey and vanilla and the spirit of the Orient fools us. (Genuine musk oxen?) Isn't it the wild West or have we got caught in our memories?
In the evening the sun goes down here, too, after 6 to 8 partly 10 hour swings; and we send a dear greeting back home with a fan kiss (by Suleiken's grace) and the thought of "Richard Löscher Britos - 46°N 08°E and the forest scent of superlatives.
Great experience. Homesick. No.