Little Mermaid,

Since it's for Christmas, it's true that skiing would not be bad ... But just to gain speed, we could do a bit of bobsleigh, to know who the Rasta Rockett !

Little Mermaid,

You have to watch this movie (in VO with French subtiltles) ! It's humorous, and in the end, even if I know by heart, I shed a tear (if you look, you'll understand what scene I'm talking about).


Concerning your Captain, we have a 'grandmothers' recipe for hangovers in France. You have to drink a glass of white wine!
Scientific expication: There are two alcohols in alcohol. Ethanol and methanol. The first has the euphoric effect, the second gives the hangover. And the human body is made in such a way that as long as there is ethanol, we do not assimilate methanol. And white wine contains almost only ethanol, so. The champagne is the top, and that's why we say that a 'cooked' (be drunk) with champagne, it don't hurt. (There is almost no methanol)

stefada, I put up a sign in Base Camp for captain adriverhoef, so he can run
- oh, well, maybe not run - rather crawl
over here and study
Thank you once again for your help and for caring

I'm very excited, stefada
- already a lot of theories and possibilities are twirling and whirling in my head
I know saphir12 is very imaginative in a lot of fields, and I'm not sure I have seen
everything from you yet

Kraland - Challenge IV
16 teams
(exceptionally, I post in English and French)

beginning of the adventure

Somewhere to the north, where the snow reigns supreme on the earth, where the temperatures are very cold, where there is no one apart from a few animals with thick fur, there is a large firs forest. Their dark green needles are often hidden by the snow, and ice stalactites hang from their branches, sparkling under the rays of the sun.
Few people dare venture into this place of snow and ice, but I invite you to dress warmly because we will enter this dense forest.
No map in the world gives the position of this place that we will try to reach. Some say it's just a legend, others say it exists.
For the moment, only the cold, the sound of the fir trees, the branches cracking under the weight of the snow, the cry of an animal in the distance that resonates, keep us company. No road, no path or even trail, no trace on the ground to indicate the direction to follow. Only chance seems to guide our steps through these firs...

Quelque part au nord, là où la neige règne en maîtresse absolue sur la terre, où les températures sont très froides, où on ne trouve personne à part quelques animaux à l'épaisse fourrure, il y a une grande forêt de sapins. Leurs aiguilles verts foncés sont souvent cachées par la neige, et des stalactites de glace pendent à leurs branches, étincelant sous les rayons du soleil.
Peu de monde oserait s'aventurer dans cet endroit de neige et de glace, mais je vous invite à vous habiller chaudement car nous allons entrer dans cette forêt dense.
Aucune carte au monde ne donne la position de cet endroit que nous allons essayer d'atteindre. Certains disent que ce n'est qu'une légende, d'autres affirment qu'il existe bien.
Pour le moment, seul le froid, le bruit des sapins, des branches qui craquent sous le poids de la neige, le cri d'un animal au loin qui résonne, nous tiennent compagnie. Pas de route, de chemin ni même de sentier, aucune trace au sol pour nous indiquer la direction à suivre. Seul le hasard semble guider nos pas à travers ces sapins....