The atmosphere by the water was filled with the spirits of John Rackham and Jack Sparrow. The black flag floating in the wind was there to remind everyone of the mercilessness of the boat’s crew. And for those who discarded the warning, they probably still remember the names of four wicked sailors/captains: Seven Fingers Ben, Shivering Lucy, Pigtail Lulu and Bigoudi Jack. As for the treasure, you may ask? We sure gathered all sorts of floating objects, but there was no cash by the creek.

Another year and another great party on the streets of San Francisco. Oh? Was it supposed to be a race? Well, we broke our record time of last year by more than an hour: 3 hours and 30 minutes instead of the lousy 2 hours and 20 minutes of last year. I'm sure we'll beat that time again next year.

If you're one of those who think camping is fun, it is probably because you never planted your tent in the mountains above 2000m during a moonless night at the end of the winter, surrounded by merciless bears ready to make a feast out of you. But there are two crazy people, Pascal and Patrick, who still enjoyed it and are ready to do it again ... with many more blankets!