smoky: Oh okay then ... South to Germany.... South? to Germany ... Oh well, not serious where we going as long as we get there I reckon.
Okay, so Weddy is driving, and Conrad has the maps.
Wedy: "Oooooooohhhhh Soilo Miiiiillllloooo!"
Conrad: "Shut UP, I`m trying to read the maps! We gotta go SOUTH to Germany - are we going South?"
Wedy: "AAaaahhhhh the Yellow Rose of Texaaaaaas ... that Ahhhm a goin`tah seeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!"
Conrad: "Can anyone get this old git to shut-up?! I`m needing some help up front here!!! You guys in the back! Can anyone else drive this bus?!
Wedy: "Weeeeee awl live in a Yeellllllooowww Submarine, a Yellow Submarine, a Yellow submarine!!!"
Conrad clutches his head is despair and desperation, he is not happy about having to read maps when his driver has this glazed crazed look in his eyes and keeps singing laryngirical songs that change after every verse, and the rest of the crowd in the back are getting deeply into the plonk and taking no notice of his cries of desperation ......
Smoky leans over his shoulder blowing smoke into his earhole and whispers in her best imitation of Marlene Dietrich "Here Darl, have a drag of this ..... it will calm you down" .........
Conrad draws on the line that Smoky has given him, he breathes the nicotine in, it soothes him, he snatches a glance at Weddie, who is piercing his view on the road. Conrad folds the maps, feeling that Weddie, will stay on the right side of the road, relaxes and takes a look back at the brood in the back...
Lago, is laid next to Marki, informing her in a fatherly tone, of how not to fly halfway around the world to meet strange men, Jan, laughing gently, is chatting with Ginger whilst they smile on the frolics, Marti is handing out nibbles, looking beautiful as she does in the moonlight shining through the steamed windows of the bus...
Shot, is polishing his chainsaw, Sommer is looking suspiciously at the chainsaw, wondering where, practical as ever, he will plug it in, Stevyyv is wandering around, chatting in Croatian, telling them all how he will find the woman of his dreams, road bandit is tuning Phoenix's guitar, watching his beloved Sommer as she takes a pocket knife and decides that the chainsaw is not functional and takes the plug off it...
Smoky and Dragon are plotting to climb the pole where Cusp has disappeared to sit and look prominent up there with Mano, Immanuelle and Cris, sultry, sensual darlings, are attempting to open a bottle of wine with a key, Rusty is doing sudoku, racing through it, like it is coming into prohibition, Guiri, is smsing his new lady, wondering why the hell he is here, Mike is listing the singles, who will meet where, when he can see the offers piling in for the EU crowd...
Smoky, as vocal as ever, shouts to Mike, 'Mike, who shall we try to marry off first?'
Mike, looking as professional as ever, squints at Smoky, the wine stops flowing, Phoenix halts his fingers on Henrietta, Dragon is straddled around the pole, but she slips back down, Marti, drops down onto a bean bag, all ears are pricked...
'Who else, other than Lago?'
The mission is on, a big breasted, beauty, is needed, Lago eyes widen like his pupils shining like Kalamata olives, 'me first?' he grins...
'Yes, yes, yes' the group laugh and shout, wine begins to flow, Weddie drives harder, laughter begins, Mano and Cusp thump on the roof, in chorus, the group giggle, knowing that Lago is to find his girl...
But where??? Where will they find her?
Only one place for it...