This one time on the Dolomites, Manuel, Gianluca, seven strangers and I slept in a little bivouac, 2700 m high on the level of the sea.
It is a very interesting human experience to be so close to people you know nothing about. I cannot help but thinking to a Tuareg adagio that goes more or less like this: don’t go to the well without drinking and have your mehari to drink with you. Don’t go to the well without a bucket. Don’t meet a fellow traveller at the well without asking him something about the journey.