The traditional pleasures of the country

Your correspondent has returned from Blond Ayran Goddess Gene Pool Headquarters.

During our stay, the town had its Hexennacht (Witches’ Night) and damn if those teutons don’t do witches rather well. Featured attraction: the town nymphettes, clad in matching white shirts and dark brown lederhosen, dancing in a circle and taking turns to slap each others’ thighs. Trust me, I’m not making this up. Naturally, I checked to see if they were all smiling and they were, though it was impractical to have asked them quite why they smiled so much: it was all I could to resist the temptation to cheer them on. Ah, the blessings of modernity. In our age the spectacle of young women in leather keeping tradition by subjecting each other to some mild s&m is nothing to get worked up over. At least, not in public.