 Guest
house.
 Same
up close. Photo taken at night.
 Stairs
to the second floor of the guest house. |
 Vint
("Screw") watches out for your safety. He knows how to bite. Looks humbled
here because of the camera. I am pleased that I am not the only one
intimidate by this 30 button 150 function creation of the high-tech
industry.
 And
this is the hand that dared to give Vint a lesson that a good doggie is
not to bark for no reason, and that horses' legs are not proper objects
for his hunting instincts.
Sur completed the
business of reforming Vint's character by a
well-aimed kick.
Now the dog is
quiet and horse friendly while I have three scars to remind myself that
time is taking its tall and that one's reaction is down with age.
Honestly, in my younger days I was able to deflect an average dog's
attempts to bite me by an open palm that's wider than his mouth.
|
This is the big house. It was blue before, we wanted to paint it orange but bought wrong paint. The fire engine colour makes, however, easy to find it.
Want the ultimate escape? Caves (or catacombs to be precise) as an accommodation option are waiting for you. For an extra fee we'll even make up horror stories. Plus 8 centigrade winter or summer at 100% humidity, so you do need a good sleeping bag to spend a night there comfortably.
