Travel

There are no Fucking postcards or t-shirts. The Fuckinger who was selling them a while ago was persuaded by his Fucking neighbors to stop, because they don't like all the Fucking attention.

The food was great. There is only one Fucking place to eat, and it is at the guesthouse just down the Fucking road. There, they have a sense of humor about it. I had a stew of local Fucking mushrooms and really liked it. Upon arriving, I told the Fucking waitress, "We're here for the Fucking." Oddly, the manager makes his own erotic paintings and other art for sale, some of which is on display in the men's room.

We saw the whole Fucking town, and there are four sets of signs marking the Fucking borders, since it is at a crossroads. But, seriously, from the uphill side, a decent pitcher could throw a rock from one Fucking side of town to the other.