It pissed down all night, again! Big Jock was awoken by giggling and noises around 3.30am and this was apparently the transfer of
MILF luggage from
murtahurm to hotel. Dropping back to sleep he was then awake for the arrival of Jan P, penniless but happy at 5.30am. Giving up on sleep Big Jock lashed up and stowed his hammock and was suddenly knocked for six. No it wasn't yet another ice cold shower courtesy of SRS but the sight that greeted him out of the rear window. Bomber and James 10 feet in the air on top of a pile of logs, drinking beer and exchanging pleasantries. All was going well until Bomber dropped his mobile phone which is now situated 5 feet below where he was originally standing and 6 feet inside the pile of logs - and there it remains in the pouring rain. I can't wait to read the insurance claim.
Hopefully the others will discover we have Internet here and post some blogs but don't hold your breath because there are quite a few bars. Suffice to say I had a lovely breakfast this morning and I have now spent about 5 hours transferring my tour diary to blog.
I must away soon and get changed for this evening and St Moritz.
I'd just like to say hello to all my readers. I hope you didn't desert me during our lack of Internet and I'd ask that you remain patient through the next stage. Thank you.
PS. It is still raining but the thunder and lightning have also made an appearance. Deep joy.
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