The national day - part XII

And of course every farm up there has its own well. For some reason my friend wanted to show me. So I had to look down a very deep hole. Was even offered to climb down there, but claiming my fear of height as a good reason not to, I managed to get away. Why in the world would I like to climb down a dark hole, just because his 89-year-old grandmother had done it the year before? Your guess is as good as mine...