Frank,

Yeah I know, but then again, it might just be so that I need to relive
some of the things I "survived" last time. Some things were a
nightmare, like the American breakfast ;-) and the evening when I
involontarily snagged the hook bend of my fly. I bet you I'll have to
live with the latter as long as one of the farts (No names, but I did
get to see him make a half Reid) still wanders the earth ;-)
And also ever since that clave, and the fact that I drank a lot of that
strange liquid which the Americans call beer ;-), I can't really claim
to have any taste any longer.

/Roger