Ball on the Rocks

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This morning, Hakon and I were well prepared for the Ball. Just some details were missing. Which is normal when you have butterflies in your stomach. Guess we had.

The thought of meeting all the lovely ladies that’s so kindly had revealed their preparation for the Event, made us crazy. Woooow. The Ball of the new Century.

Our Evening would end up here. At the Palace in Monte Carlo. With the Grimaldis. That was agreed upon, long time ago. And I had a written invitation. Like all other Cruise members.

Before entering the Event, we had to perform. To do something.

Firstly to go by train from Cagnes sur Mer to Menton, in disguise. We did. Only one problem during that trip. The Train stopped in Nice due to technical problems.
Had to take the next train. Both Hakon and I are sure this was part of the test. The “To be patient test”. I secretly called our agent in Menton, Gunnar is his Cover Name, and tell the code was changed from 1310 to 1347.

We stopped at Monaco Railway Station sitting on deck 2 behind huge tourist brochures. New test past.

In Menton, our secret agent picked us up.
We were all dressed like old, ordinary and typically tourists – or at least something nobody would find suspicious.

To avoid followers and spies, we drove up to the hills and mountains around Menton. And I did study the terrain.
You know, you can not enter the home of the Garibaldis without being sporty or drive cars in the area. And Play. And one more very important thing: You must bring a photo of the old Garibaldi Village. Where is that? A Key to the Ball so to speak. We found out where the village is. Peace of Cake. (It's in the hillside just above the head of the person to the left)

Well up in the Hills, our secret agent, told us:
- You have one more test to pass.
- The Rock Climbing Test. Then you will be the hero of the Ball and have your names written in gold in Monte Carlo.

Ball is Ball we said, and started climbing. (We are on the Photo below).

This post is written from a wireless rock in Alpes Maritime in Southern France. You might see us on the picture.
We hope to be rescued before my plane leaves for Oslo on Sunday evening. I need my luggage.

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