Patrick and I met in Zabljak, the first time. The last evening before Camille has left the scene. It was pretty freezing up there and after our early dinner, I tried to get down from the heights we had been. Wet and cold for the night, was not my first choice at that time.

Some days later Patrick helped me out with some drugs. As the french regulations for medications, he had some really good stuff for me so I did not feel any further pain from my achilles.

Both of us made some nice short cuts in Greece. We met a third time in the heat of a greek afternoon. Sharing a huge water melon and some coffee, close to nowhere. Some hours later, I stopped for some hours having quite a heat stroke.