Our journey to the west, where the little-known village of Sorus was located, continued the next day. Having packed my things, I was surprised to find out just before leaving that our vehicle had changed.
According to Maxie, the coachman of their family fell ill abruptly, and had to be replaced. Now, on our card, we will be lucky to have a hired person, whom Maxie previously paid for a month in advance.
However, the driver's change did not affect our road in any way, so I quickly got acquainted and got used to the new changes. A kind old man with many years of experience, kindly attached our luggage in a special compartment, after which we ourselves were able to go inside.
Maxie got ahead of Elsa and gave me her hand to help me get in. The latter let out a dissatisfied sigh.
