Decathlon, actually. Alright alright, you have a point, end of the second day of that and I always wound up pretty grimy. Although the sand in my shorts was from the pole-vault, not playing Robinson Caruso for a couple of weeks.

[You should've seen him after a few days underground, Hal. You doesn't know the true meaning of grubby until he's been painted with glowing yellow blood and barnacle bile... However, that's a topic for another time.]

Do you have any idea where you were, out there? Like I said before, I couldn't even reach you with my tablet, and I thought those things could hit all points of the globe.