The Replies Book

Logged in to mystery and wild beliefs.

The campfire had gone out. Just a waft of warmth remained.

At four thousand metres (almost thirteen thousand feet for you) it was cold and frosty.

People had begun to get to know each other before sunset.

By the time the stars were the only form of navigation around the roasted dainties and melted morsels, we knew who we believed in.

Friendships solidified.

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If the premise is not promised, promise to look elsewhere.

Noise and unrequested sounds are prohibited after ten. But we insist on much more. Nobody wants the other person’s noise, and none should be expected to endure it.

Soundproof now!

Unrequested music when one arrives in a village as a visitor, that’s a different and often romantic, thing.

Let the music play!

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Oh! Stratospheric Polar Vortex, please say at home, be well, and keep us warm!

Being hotter in Iraq and colder in Texas than anyone remembers or cares to find in the record books, that’s just not cool.

Be reasonable unseasonable slob!

How can you cast this spell upon us!?

Be rested and sleepy once more!

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Drumming up support, courage and peach pies.

We are investing time, money and feverish ideas into the future, a future we know nothing about but suspect a lot.

Of course sometimes we cross our fingers, other times when it’s a long way to the next WC we cross our legs. Something like that.

Once in a while we meet someone we trust, then we give them our own phone number and personal email address.

There are so many particles in the air we breathe, we can’t list them.

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You have won a three week luxury holiday on Mars.

But will you go?

Not the ideal location for keeping fit, and you really have to believe “the journey is the thing”.

The trip would of course remain one of the best stories you could tell, but all stories depend on how well they are told. Start practicing!

The prize, this long and so far unique trip, is not transferable. You go or you don’t.

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