thisIsTheNextCallFor: Mont Blanc

I have just finished packing my big bag. I think I put all I will need. I can't find my bloody torch, but that's fine, Oleg should have one.

Tomorrow wake up at 5, or 4.50, to be sure, but still I am here, picturing the trip, feeling the magic emotion of each beginning. This time is more than an adventure: this time is almost random. We have vague ideas of where to go, what to see, where to sleep. We don't care. We like freestyle.

Tents, sleeping bags, wonderful montains: Mont Blanc is right there, waiting for us. And there we go.

Which bag is whose? Any guesses?