Mistreat Yourself to a Paincation in Sufferlandria
On the shores of the great inland Lactic Acid Sea lies the proud, tortured nation of Sufferlandria. We are a country that knows no borders, only lactate thresholds. Most of our citizens have only recently discovered their Sufferlandrian lineage, and were washed onto our shores by waves of sweat and the tears of their vanquished competitors. You think you Suffered when you rode that mountain in France? When you pounded over cobbles in Belgium? When you fought over dirt roads in Tuscany? Forget those other countries. No one does Suffering like we do. We live it. We breathe it. We chop it into sharp, bite-sized pieces and eat it for breakfast.
Make your next vacation a paincation.
We warmly welcome tourists. Our landscape, like our populace, is rugged and varied. From the fiery caldera and lava snows of Mount Sufferlandria to the vast, rolling expanses of the Amber Waves of Pain; from the sparsely-populated Whine Country to the merciless vortex of the Downward Spiral. Discover your true Sufferlandiran heritage. Come home to Sufferlandria. Once you do, you can never leave.
Book visits through our exclusive travel agent: The Sufferfest.
Sufferlandria: Like fun, without the fun parts.