Base Camp - TROUBLE
Had a few quiet beers last night, followed by lots of very noisy ones. A few tins of Weiß Bohnen, Rote Bohnen, Tomaten, etc, etc were exploded on the stove, a few pans were rattled a bit and some very raucous singing was done. Turns out that the man over the road mistook the exploding cans for gunshots and was very close to calling the plod out. Ruffled feathers required soothing, so this afternoon a diplomatic mission was sent bearing a gift of Jagertee and an apology cobbled together in very dodgy German. This seems to have done the trick, we were told to "have a good fart" and that Alice was in ordnung.