Being that we were sitting atop a winery in a structure of such grandeur, wines were not hard to come by, so we laid it on thick. Filling the stomach with alcohol ridden liquids got easier and easier until maximum capacity started to take hold.
Yukijohn had an idea to drink till the eyes wavered into a crossed state, than walk downhill to the town of Kaub and further our state into complete misunderstanding. We sat outside on the patio, surrounded once again by the beautitious valley, indulging on the fruits of the hills. Wine and cheese paired well together both in front of me and inside of me. With the killing of the bottle of Riesling we proceeded down a path that cut straight to the town of Kaub. Our thirst is always immeasurable and we went hunting for more of the sweet liquids. Turning through alleyways and small backstreets we wandered with lust to only come to the conclusion that during the week nighttime partying ended quite early in these sleepy parts. Scavaging to no avail we ended our night drinking the wineries product till the Jet-lag and Drunkedness ran me over with an eighteen-wheeler.