Looking forward to some climbing, Juan examines a piece of equipment we rescued from the crash and asks if it is a compass, as a compass would be helpful. I tell him it’s a nephoscope, which measures the height of clouds, and, as it is indicating zero, it means the clouds are very low. Looking around, we are not sure what do with this information. Juan says the instrument is pointless and uses it as a seat, and we lift our glasses and salute a new sun. Now, shouting with excitement, singing wild Tzigani songs and dancing wild Tzigani dances, we charge at unnamed peaks, into distances unknown, as fast as we possibly can.
Professor Humperdink’s Diary