In the Alpa Baranca I had slept again quite badly. That is again and again woke up at night and could not sleep properly. This was a bit strange and happened on the GTA all the time. Quite early around 0700 I got up and that was also exactly the time where the landlady got up and made me my breakfast. At my breakfast time, a daring guy on a motorcycle came over and took an espresso with a strong shot of grappa. Stupidly, everything was in the fog outside. I had left my clothes outside to dry and they were even wetter than before. So we went in the fog up the mule track to the pass. The guy…