We are leaving again. The church of bones. Seems to be a mystical place. Is he searching for something there? We travel for an hour trough mostly small roads. The church is seem from far away with a skull on its top.
Heavy rain stops us for half an hour on the way. He is joking around with the people from the café we found refuge from the masses of water pushing through the streets ins waves.
I don't think he actually speaks their language. He still gets a coffee and ice cream for free.

The church itself is very small. Full of leftovers from humans. Is this the kitchen of a man eater? Why is he here then? A big chandelier made out of humans is hanging in the middle of the church. Later he tells me he wants to have one for his living room like this... I do not agree.. But then I am seldom worn in a living room.








We continue.

the rain does not stop. It seems like the worst flooding. Is the world going to end because of his visit to the church? Is this a punishment he was not cooked and added to the bones? I am glad of it as long as he dries me this evening somewhere. We continue to drive into darkness. This time no girl waits for us. A man, apparently one of those couch surfers. They do not know each other. No paper is exchanged and we have our own big room. All the stuff including me is hang to dry in front of an oven and in the bathroom. The host also drives a motorbike. But this evening they go by foot.
When my wearer comes back he is again weird. But happy. And no animals were involved this time.