After a rest day for me (not for Andrea, who also climbed on Thursday), with the idea of catching the last cable car to go home in the evening, what better plan than “O Sole Mio” on the Grand Capucin? There are bolts (yeah right!) and it’s only 300 meters… Result: we reached the tent exactly at the time of the last cable car… Luckily, no one was really in a hurry to get home! We leave our “hotel” at 6 a.m. and, after crossing the dreadful couloir that showers down all kinds of “bedside tables,” we reach the start. There’s a team ahead of us, which Andrea— with the elegance of a Formula 1 driver—quickly overtakes. The route is flaming hard, and the crux pitch takes well over an hour and a considerable amount of energy to climb aid on nuts and cams in a blind, flared crack (after all, 6b+ must mean something…). Things get better afterward, but they don’t exactly become easy. At the top we meet the Czech climbers who had let us pass and then moved onto the Swiss route, and a very kind French couple who generously gift us a presidential roll of pink toilet paper—putting an end to a rather awkward situation…