That's in Hesse, even though there are a lot of Schotten ("Scots") here. Here the honorless downfall in Gran Canaria was almost completely compensated for.

My comrade and myself, were able to throw off the annoying kilts and, during weather that was the bomb, cross the finish line of the totally dusty 28m/45km track about a half an hour after the winner. We're making progress. Many enemies - much honor.

The Hessian "Scots" always do a great job at organizing - not plaid at all. The track was a perfect combination of all different levels of difficulty, high rolling hills and valleys, but this time all without H²O. In addition, we didn't have to share the booty with anyone, since we were the only Pirates out of almost 800 starters.
Greetings,

Matthias