I'm starting to feel like foie gras: confined in the apartment, force fed, and regularly poked for weight gain. And still got several kilo's to go.

Ulrich is accompanying me on the fattening up diet with pleasure. He feels it plays to his strengths.

By evening cabin fever is setting in. We sit on the boat up river - and sit on the way back down again. When we can get a place. The light is briefly fantastic.