Down the highway on the way to the greatest festival in history that seemly always repeats itself. The one and only Arts Festival. Celebrating Music, Art and other art. It's the summer and what a great season to hold the festival.

Driving down the American highway to actually get there. The wind is blowing in our faces and this really annoying song that Kalim seems to like so much. Beware! It's annoying!

"Boys Boys Boys! I am looking for a good time. Boys Boys Boys! Are you ready for my love!" he sang along.

I was driving and hearing him singing along with the radio really rats your brains out. Especially if the song keeps repeating and the person singing along is a bad singer. A real bad singer.

"Kalim... will you take that song off repeat?" I asked him.

"But Sliva it's not on repeat. It's in the CD 12 times b'coz I put it in 12 times. Smart move, eh? It's amazing how computers work," said Kalim.

I said nothing. I took the CD outta of the system and threw it out the car. Then a passing lorry ran over it. Thank the Great Spirit for that.

"HEY!"

"We will put my CD on now," I said.

We drove all the way to a restaurant listening to Avril Lavigne. At least she has had more hits than Sabrina has. (Let's face it! She has a body to show!)

We went to a restaurant and gas station. We needed some food bad. So we had cheeseburgers and sodas. If we entered a bull-riding contest then we would be able to have free food and win some cash. This was our first misfortune on our roadtrip.

"For a free meal ride this mechanical bull and win a free meal and $150. Can anyone handle that?" announced the Yank who owned the restaurant.

"Silva! We are short on cash!" Kalim said.

I slammed my glass of cola on the table and looked shocked at him.

"Say what?" I said shocked.

"You know the night before we camped outside a strip club?"

"Yes..."

Kalim scratched his head "Well, I kinda of..."

"Did you kinda go and kinda put most of our $700 in a ladies' panties?" I asked going mad.

"Any volunteers?" asked the dim-witted Yankee.

I stood up and pointed at Kalim grinning.

"Yes! Him! He wants to do it!"

The Yank went over to us and grabbed Kalim's arm and dragged him over to the mechanical bull. He sat up on the bull's pack. The yank pressed the button and the mechanical bull was moving dead fast from side to side. Kalim was holding on tight and screaming.

"Get me off! I hate fast rides. Especially rollercoasters!" Kalim screamed.

"This is one way to win the money back you gave to the ladies at that club. This is your fault. Now, this is your punishment." I put my head down and sighed.

Kalim's time was 12 minutes and 34 seconds. No one wanted on the bull apart from this little old lady who looked completely weak and harmless to anyone even to a fly but boy! Did I learn looks can be disceving? That old lady was a killer on that bull!

"What is your name, sugar?" the Yank asked.

"Yes, I like sugar," she replied.

That reminds me, did I mention she was deaf?

"Name?" the Yank replied "Tell me your name?"

"Mrs Smith. I am off seeing my grandchildren; they are going to be at the Arts Festival. Here is a picture of them. Their names are Plika and HoroHoro."

The Yank looked at the baby photos of the people I know. I didn't mention to the old lady that we knew them. Kalim did that for me. Yes, it is nice to have someone doing the blabbing for you!

"Hey! I know them! HoroHoro and Jun. Yeah! HoroHoro is in the Shaman Tournament and his sister Plika is his trainer and they have a Koropokkur. Well, it's HoroHoro's," Kalim said making conversation with her.

"Mr Kalim put Mrs Smith on the mechanical bull," the Yank demanded.

Kalim lifted Mrs Smith on the mechanical bull and I was raging. So I decided to cheat. Yes, well, they were going to be light on the little old lady so there was no way Kalim was going to win unless I cheat which I did.

I got my little animal friend the snake out and got her to make the bull go faster despite what they put on the speed limit. Though I think Snake went and over did it a bit too much.

"On your marks, get set, go!" the Yank announced.

The old lady starts off slow on the bull. Within 3 minutes, Snake boosted the speed and she made it go faster than what the Yank put for Kalim. It was so fast that Mrs Smith went flying off the bull and went flying out the window.

"Ooh... 4 minutes and 47 seconds. Good try. Anyone else want a go?"

Everyone was silent.

"Maybe we should put an age restriction on this bull?" the Yank whispered to the mechanic.

Back on the Highway to the Arts Festival. We won all the money and the free meal at the restaurant. Thanks to my quick thinking and Kalim's enuthism. Though I feel a bit guilty doing that to a grandmother of a Shaman Contestant. JUST A BIT!

"I can't believe we won! I thought that old lady was going to win for they would've slowed the bull for her. Or don't they have age restrictions?" asked Kalim.

"Just be glad we won. Now, I'll look after our money. You are not to be trusted!" Sliva shouted.

"But it was cold in the tent and those ladies have warm hands."

"Shut up Kalim! Play your Sabrina CD but don't sing a long!" I suggested.

Back to listening to Kalim's summertime love song...

To be continued...