I'm knackered today. Completely. Maybe it's the famous third day or what happened on the snow yesterday or that I'm simply not in form. My arms feel like I have lifted heavy weights for hours and hours, my legs are a little sore and I feel so exhausted I didn't even manage to eat half of my Pizza (yes, PIZZA) at the Osteria Marisa, where I will also have breakfast tomorrow. I was on my feet for eight and a half hours, climbed 650m and went down incredible 1850m. I am writing this in bed. Proper bed with sheets and all. And after I've checked the map for tomorrow I'm going to sleep. Would't want to be anywhere else now.