We, all seven of us, arrived in Sonogno... eventually. Russ was first, in the early afternoon, then Kritof, Corinna, Franz, Thomas and I, but not Walter, who was standing 10m away from where he should have been and saw the bus flash past without stopping. Swiss precision: the downside 🙄. Sonogno as beautiful as ever, weather perfect, full moon rising from behind a mountain shoulder, it would have been a perfect day if Russ hadn't coughed all night. OK, not quite true: he slept from time to time. I know because then I heard him snoring. 😠. I didn't sleep much.
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