. . . . . . . . Alina

* Zaid is growing a moustache. The remaining 4 of us is happily encourageing this process and have hidden every single piece of razor and sharp edge to avoid any crazy shaving behaviour.




* We are all still alive after a 134 meters' bungy jump.


Misha: as an upside-down salmon, all way through.


Zaid: with a racer-speeding growth of his moustache while falling.


Harry: with a heart beating as a bitch. (Not the words of this blog's author)


Luke: Well, R. Kelly; Just... "I belieeeeeeeve I can flyyyyyy...!"


Alina: as last man jumping of a group of 15.





*We have a baby bird living in a plastic bowl in our camper. I believe he's some sort of sparrow/disabled duck. We made friends with Gobbles straight away at our first lakeside meeting. He's now more spoiled than ever with plums, crackers, cherries and baby napkins constantly provided. Hope your wing and feet get better soon, mate.