Like Amundsen returning from the Antarctic, the cooling body of Scott buried in a snow drift, the bolo cru have returned from their epic northern voyage. I have a whole lot of stuff to write up from this, but suffice to say for the moment that my head hurts, my chest hurts, I am weak of mind and body and I congratulate thoroughly those who we visited for being good hosts and putting me in this state. Particular shout outs going out to Nick the Greek for comedy and a good line in strong liquor and women, Bobos for his hot curry and bacon sarnies and Steedo for keeping it casual. Lurcho, much respect for getting us home without crashing, killing a load of people and making the rest of our lives an empty abyss of terror and recrimination. Good work.