Walking towards Bivacco Giraudo at 2630m. It is a tiny yellow tin box! We arrived early, already engulfed in the fog. Nosy goats came to visit while we were making ourselves as comfortable as you can in a tin box. It started to rain heavily. We were convinced to have the box all for us and were having a modest dinner when two Germans arrived late, soaked and dripping. It was a bit awkward, but it worked. I was terribly cold despite sleeping in my clothes with five blankets on and underneath me.