Bivi? Yes, totally al fresco. A roofless kip.
Fine in a nice goosedown bag? The best bivis are totally
unexpected, no down, no goretex, no cafetiere.
Perched on the side of some Himalayan Giant no doubt? Not
exactly.
Do go on. A village in Italy.
What? After a challenging ascent, the ropes had jammed on the
abseils down, and after threading a dangerous course through the
seracs in the moonlight you found all of the taverna were shut?
No.
No? We flew to Milan, took a comfortable train to Aprica,
and couldn’t find a hotel bed.
We? Chris, Jon and Mike.
Most likely to say? Hello, Bob!
Least likely to say? How do I call Room Service?
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