Cold Richard

apparently from Brazil

The restaurant in town needed Guinea fowl, fast, and there was no courier available.

Now, if there is no one else, then I guess it is all up to me, myself and I. So I took some of the frozen birds out of our big stockroom, put them in a bag to transport it on the motorbike. The only way to ride and keep your balance, is to keep the ice cold bag between my legs. With these subzero temperatures, I rushed the full 5 km to town. Now I don't think that is quite healthy, my thighs are still numb.

And believe me: frostbite is the last you would wish upon your Johnson "little Richard".