Legends Trail 2025

Veröffentlicht am 8. März 2025 von Pfadsucher

Witnessing athletes go all-in to reach their goals is the most beautiful thing on earth. Once they leave their fake smiles behind, once they face their demons, once they push beyond their limits their inner self surfaces. It’s a rather private and intimate moment they would like to keep for themselves. Being with and amongst them in these hours is a truly unique and uplifting experience. It’s why we run ultra.

„There is this race in the Ardennes you should try. Could be something for you.“ Maarten (2017)

Back in the days I didn’t know Maarten very well and was really busy to DNF my first attempt @LEO180 the days after that evening. In fact it should take three more years until the time had come to enter that race called Legends Trails. That was mainly driven by the documentary „When Heroes Become Legends“ about the Legends Slam which I decided to start in September 2019 – Legends Trail 250 in 2020 was part of that slam and my first attempt.

So I did try and kept coming back to Legends Trail ever since this remarkable edition in 2020. I fell in love with the race. It offers so much more than just the distance. There is pain, hopelessness, mercilessness, darkness, misery, endlessness and the void. But there is hope as well, there are like-minded people, there is grid, determination, relentlessness – there are a lot of friends. If you are looking for ultra, for the beyond, for the undoable – this is your race.

The story of Legends Trail 2025 is a quick one. Arrived at the start with enough time to spare to greet all the familiar face on both supporters (aka Legends Family) as well as runners end. After the usual check-in routine with some new mandatory items on the list there was the time to relax and settle in the pre-race tension.

A close look on the track beforehand provided enough information for a rough race plan. With a start in the Ourthe region and the toughest section of the race being between CP2 (105k) and CP3 (157k) the only reasonable thing to do would be: start out rather ambitious to build up some time buffer to cutoff to enter the CP2-CP3 section with a comfortable amount of spare time and somewhere in the middle of the pack (to not have the trails completely destroyed by that time).

Thanks @Caroline Dupont for the amazing race pictures.

After one hour of bus transfer it was finally time to race. Always a relieve to finally being able to do what one came for. The first night and the first stretch was pretty ok – the rough Ourthe trails were not as wet as they could have been making it a little easier to not die climbing them. There were a decent amount of doable trails in this stretch as well allowing for some running – a good mix after all. Was great to be back at some really familiar parts along the Ourthe but also nice to see some new trails. After double-helping of Pasta Bolognese at CP1 the first day out there started – time to relax and enjoy the Ardennes.

I felt wonderfully calm and confident – may it be the experience, the good weather or a combination of both – it felt remarkable good to be out there so I started to let it flow. Started to enjoy the folks around, the nature, the CPs. CP2 had rice with chicken – delicious. The second night brought what I had envisioned – the by far most complicated stretch of the whole race. Ninglingspo, Chefna, Quarreux – if you know, you know. Let’s not further talk about it. It’s a stretch to just accept and not think too much about it or it may lead you to the conclusion that it’s a better decision to not do this. The second night sleep deprivation did add to the story – I tried to lay down somewhere in the woods but only managed to close my eyes for 5-7 min before it got too uncomfortable. Maarten and Mike, as part of the LT safety team, was waiting after the Quarreux decent and it was good to see a friend in the midst of the horror. A big surprise was waiting at CP3 – they had the CP4 Tortellinis – may not be relevant to most but it was a real surprise to me. After double-helping of Tortellinis it was time to leave the area of horror and start Legends Sunday. And what a day it was:

The confidence was still there. Legends Sunday means walking amongst athletes which endured a lot to get to this point. It feels truly uplifting to be amongst them. The warm and sunny weather was a huge change to all previous LTs – never saw so much of the Ardennes – never saw future Legends lay down in the warm sun to sleep a bit. Unreal. CP3-CP4 was a really long 75k stretch but with regular check-ins of the Legends Safety Team it was ok. We visited greater Coo area feat. Le Basin and Iceberg around 200k in the race and I sincerely enjoyed it to be there. The third night fell and the usual unpleasantries arouse. But the CP4 was near – so was the last and final stretch. Met a lot of familiar faces at CP4 – all of them determined. We had mashed potatoes with cauliflower. The final stretch looked rather easy on the map compared to the rest of race. The rough idea was to run against the horror of sleep deprivation and this worked quite ok. In the first half of the night the focus was there and the speed was good. Listened to some music while jogging to stay clear. Later this night the expected issues were there. My brain wandered off to the void, I couldn’t make sense of the numbers on the watch, I found myself standing for minutes looking at trees forgetting what was doing. Although expected side-effects – that was unpleasant. But Legends Monday was about to start. The final sunrise – I love this specific moment so much. And between the trees at dawn I saw a familiar figure which turned out to be real and not one of the figures of my imagination. After running roughly the same race the last days but never together (for various reasons) it was finally time to team-up with Olav. We walked the last 10k together.

We were quite quiet at the beginning but then started to talk again. We met Maarten at „Chez Ingo“ 5k before the finish.

Chez Ingo with Maarten – the three of us own 14 LT medals

Some impressions of Maarten from this year´s LT

The sun was finally providing some warmth. We were tired as fuck and our bodies were trashed but it was the final stretch of pure ultra joy. Walking there with Olav – with the finish almost in the pocket – it felt unreal, but amazing. Finally reaching the finish line was pure gold as always.

The LT 2025 was my fifth attempt at Legends Trail and my fifth finish. This is unreal. I never felt better at a LT before – it somehow came straight out of my heart – all I did was following the flow. A completely new but amazing experience. As I am a really emotional runner (you would have found me crying a lot if you would have been out there) I developed the strategy to fuel from dark moments. A grim energy of „whatever wants to stop me will make me stronger“. That was different this time. I discussed that matter with Frank the Tank whenever we met and he kept telling me that he uses energy from emotions as well: but he stays on the pure positive end of things. This year’s LT finally showed me that end of things. I know now. Not sure if I will be able to use this strategy again but I know now that it exists and that it feels great. Taking this knowledge with me and will add this weapon to the strategy set – always on the paths to find the perfect mental set to travel limitless – may it be on the real end of ultra or in the midst of the beyond.

Thanks to all volunteers in the LT Safety Team, the CP crews, the organization, the friends on the course and the support on social media/via chat. Lots of people dislike me for being so active on my smartphone while running. But to me it is a possibility to share my emotions so that they don´t overwhelm me. It helps me to stay focused and some of the audience like to be really close the action.

OIav – I think we don’t need to be sorry that we didn’t run together. I had the feeling that we were both on our missions (yours made me cry quite a bit whenever I thought about for whom you were doing) and were fine with the status of both running our own (very solid) LTs. Finishing with you felt amazing. Thanks mate. What you did was outstanding in many ways.

Next year’s Legends Trail will be a whole new story – the distance increases from 275k to 350k adding another stretch of darkness to the story. Whether or not I will be there – who knows. It’s for sure tempting to push a bit further.

Some numbers:

There is a separate blog entry about some data behind Legends Trail. Below the @statshunters view on the 5 LTs so far – quite some coverage of the Ardennes. The 5 LT 2020, 2022, 2023, 2024 and 2025 had a total of 1386 km with 50375 m of positive elevation gain.

The LT #statshunter overview. Some new tiles coming from the LT 2025 (yellow) – there is a square forming in the center. 5 activities 1386k.

5 LT – 50375 D+; 2x climb score of 10 @runalyze

Hautes Fagnes

Veröffentlicht am 13. April 2024 von Pfadsucher

Antworten

O schaurig ist’s übers Moor zu gehn,
Wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
Sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
Und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche,
Unter jedem Tritte ein Quellchen springt,
Wenn aus der Spalte es zischt und singt! –
O schaurig ist’s übers Moor zu gehn,
Wenn das Röhricht knistert im Hauche!

Fest hält die Fibel das zitternde Kind
Und rennt, als ob man es jage;
Hohl über die Fläche sauset der Wind –
Was raschelt drüben am Hage?
Das ist der gespenstische Gräberknecht,
Der dem Meister die besten Torfe verzecht;
Hu, hu, es bricht wie ein irres Rind!
Hinducket das Knäblein zage.

Vom Ufer starret Gestumpf hervor,
Unheimlich nicket die Föhre,
Der Knabe rennt, gespannt das Ohr,
Durch Riesenhalme wie Speere;
Und wie es rieselt und knittert darin!
Das ist die unselige Spinnerin,
Das ist die gebannte Spinnenlenor‘,
Die den Haspel dreht im Geröhre!

Voran, voran! Nur immer im Lauf,
Voran, als woll es ihn holen!
Vor seinem Fuße brodelt es auf,
Es pfeift ihm unter den Sohlen,
Wie eine gespenstige Melodei;
Das ist der Geigemann ungetreu,
Das ist der diebische Fiedler Knauf,
Der den Hochzeitheller gestohlen!

Da birst das Moor, ein Seufzer geht
Hervor aus der klaffenden Höhle;
Weh, weh, da ruft die verdammte Margret:
„Ho, ho, meine arme Seele!“
Der Knabe springt wie ein wundes Reh;
Wär nicht Schutzengel in seiner Näh,
Seine bleichenden Knöchelchen fände spät
Ein Gräber im Moorgeschwele.

Da mählich gründet der Boden sich,
Und drüben, neben der Weide,
Die Lampe flimmert so heimatlich,
Der Knabe steht an der Scheide.
Tief atmet er auf, zum Moor zurück
Noch immer wirft er den scheuen Blick:
Ja, im Geröhre war’s fürchterlich,
O schaurig war’s in der Heide.

Anette von Droste-Hülshoff; „Der Knabe im Moor„

There is this one place to whom we owe a lot. It has been featured in each of the Legends Trails and it left a mark.

We started to include it into our projects as well. In 2021 during our Titanic Slam this place played an important role in the KATE180 track. Most of the runners were a bit of overwhelmed that one had to cross this area not only once but twice – a rather interesting twist.

In 2022 during the Marvel Slam the track The Dark World combined three heavy loops in that area into a 100 mi long endless journey – most probably the only 100 mi in the world in these kind of environment. A really unique but rather unknown challenge.

Last and most certainly not least in 2024 applicants for the Lord of the Ring Slam in 2025 have to finish the entry challenge The Dead Marshes – in which start, end and middle point are once more right in the middle of that area. One has to leave, return, leave again to finally return…

Here are some somewhat recent impressions of: Hautes Fagnes – collected as yet another collaboration between acceptnolimits.eu and pfadsucher.com. Providing some unique shots of the beyond following the motto: „the tendency is to push it as far as you can„:

A bunch of older video content featuring Hautes Fagnes from Maarten:

Legends Trail 2024

Veröffentlicht am 28. Februar 2024 von Pfadsucher

Suddenly he was behind me. Couldn’t figure how long he had been following me – I was sure I was quite alone. Focused on following the track and listening to some music I was a bit shocked to see another human being. The track made a funny little curve to the right and then turned more than 90° to the left. In reality there were two possible paths roughly 30-40 m apart from each other which could be the ones. Normally easy with the correct zoom on the map but on Day 3 you rather stop for a second to let the GPS fix a few % more. No stupid extra meters now. We briefly looked each other. I could see the strain, the exhaustion and the emptiness in his eyes – I looked the same I guess.

„I think its this one“
„No, wait – I think its the other one“
„Ja – could be“
„Ok looks good“

And off he was. Faster walking then me he tackled yet another steep climb. It was raining. Fog rising – everything grey in grey. Legends weather on a Legends Monday – roughly 12 km from the finish line. I saw him walking off in the grey zone and knew I would need to follow. But I was forced to take the phone out to take a picture. It was one of those moments. Moments which last. Moments which summarize everything in one picture – at least for those who have been in similar situations.

Before:
Preparation is important for adventures like Legends Trail. Especially to get the mental setup cleared and determined is crucial. With all uncertainties happening in my life at the moment I was not 100% sure whether or not I would be able to get the focus, to get into the zone. But well – I asked myself: do you really want to stand on that start line and the answer was a clear yes. There are so many personal reasons to go which do not matter here but one thing is for sure: deep inside you want to have an overwhelming longing to get this run done. Otherwise a start does not make a lot of sense.

Material preparation was straight forward – it gets to a routine. Running pack (everyone makes fun of me how much I carry but I think I will stick to it) and drop back with 4 smaller bags inside for each CP. Especially new socks at each checkpoint. Food was also packed in 5 portions – one for backpack, 4 for the drop back.

On Friday I picked up Uwe who saw my re-post that LT was looking for volunteers and jumped on the train for the whole weekend to get a look behind the scenes :). Its only a 1h drive from home to LT so that’s convenient. First thing was to survive the kit check including a „before“ picture made by Caroline Dupont which would be completed by an „after“ picture if all goes well. Can’t wait to see them. I was not feeling very well, was with slight headache the whole Friday so I greeted everyone as this is the family but went to the car for some quiet moment with my eyes closed with the hope the headache would clear and to finally put on the running cloths. The last hour before start was then again in the cafeteria of the school and its actually frightening and glorious. Runners, volunteers, crew – most of them friends – wait. Lots of chatter and laughter and excitement. Everyone knows (or think they know) what is about to start. I am not connected to German trail runners at all so it was really great to finally see more of them at LT. Tom was about to run himself, his girlfriend Moni was a volunteer, Volker who finished LT already was there with Maren to volunteer as well. It was really great to meet you and get to know you. Those events connect people and I hope it was not the last time we met.

The German delegation (Uwe took the picture) @ LT24 🙂

Night 1:

Well, the headache did not got better until it was finally time. Weather was indifferent but I decided not to put the rain jacket on – which was the right decision. There were some discussions about the conditions and whether or not the feet would stay dry for a while. Funny thinking. After 400 m the first downhill started and was full of slippery and deep mud – so we would be confronted with heavy conditions the next 280 km. After 1 km the first creek crossing was reached. No bridge – why would there be one? So that one was settled as well :). Bring it on.

During the first stage I was not really able to connect to the race. The mind was not fully there but well – its a never ending race so lets stay calm and carry on – better days to come if all goes well. The highlight of the first stretch was a part on the Ourthe where the trail went through the water. And due to high water not just a little bit into water but waist-deep. For 20-30 m. Wow – that was cold. Getting the whole lower body dipped into a winter river in the Ardennes – it was a moment for those with very special interests. Being half wet in the middle of Night 1 was a nice twist to the challenge as well. But – its Legends – we are here for the struggle. I realized that my otherwise perfect strategy with the waterproof socks was a real problem now. My feet were swimming now with no way the water could escape. I decided to act and took out the waterproof socks. I had shoe insoles in my backpack (I take them out when wearing waterproof socks as those are thick enough), put them in the shoes and continued the journey to CP1. Its one of those decisions – it really sucks to stop, unleash the muddy shoes, open the backpack, try to figure out where to put the completely wet socks, take the insoles out and get the shoes back on. But the golden rule is: if there is a small problem fix it immediately or it kills you later.

One of those moments…

Day 1:
I reached CP1 after roughly 10 h – that was pretty much in the timing I envisioned before. I was just glad that the first stretch was over and no major issues were there. Given my overall condition I was not too happy with the race yet. I fell twice on slippery mud, the headache was still there and I knew this was not even the start of thew real shit. The pasta was heel lekker and I continued on Part 2 – hoping that the daylight would do the usual magic. And it finally got better. I finally felt stronger. In the dusk of Day 1 I met a group with Adriaan and Irene – that was really good to talk and joke and climb together for some moments. With Irene I also quickly discussed the standings in our Garmin Connect running challenge and send funny messages to our lovely little FB group – brilliant moments.

Weather on Day 1 was quite good as far as I remember. We had some sun and the focus was to use the new energy to get as much daylight km in as possible. Part 2 with more than 70 km was just endless. We had the usual „in-between“ CPs including one with hot soup (so good) but it was clear it would be starting to get serious in Night 2. Although I really enjoy running with others – at runs like Legends I really feel best when I am alone with myself and a bit of music to fully dig deep. I think I may offend people with it – its really nothing against anyone. But when I can do my own tempo, be alone with my thoughts and completely focus on the tasks that is when I feel calm and secure. The world quiets down and fully feel one with the challenge. Especially at Legends I love and need those moments. Sorry if that seems rude – its not meant to be. I reached CP2 in a perfect timing. I wanted to have 6-7 hours before cutoff to have a bit more room to breath when the shit would hit the fan and I managed to be fast enough. Two helpings of delicious kip curry with rice – fresh socks – and off – off to a part I was actually looking forward to.

Night 2:
Hautes Fagnes time means crunch time. As always at Legends. Before the race there were some discussions on how short the stretch up there was at this edition – but looking at the map I was quite sure the selection was well chosen. Chosen to get us in real trouble – chosen to let the ultra really start. And I was not disappointed. Endless river climbing up and down, the best part of Hoenge, Statte, Sawe and Tros-Marets – places I know by heart but with the mud and the rain it was a real party. Especially the last downhill with the km next to the lower part of the river Tros-Marets. It had everything. It started to significantly rain, mud, stones, water everywhere – finally truly in a situation which makes Legends so unique to me. It seems overwhelmingly difficult and every stone with a false step can send you down and end the race. Its a bit frightening but those are the moments to actually fully embrace – I was finally 110% in the race. Everything was against us runners but that was exactly the battle we (or at least I) came for. Naturally CP3 was a great relieve. It is a good feeling to get out of Hautes Fagnes alive and to have survived one of the more tricky stretches of LT – no matter how unique the feelings up there were. Time for some stew with mashed potatoes and some new socks.

Day 2:
At CP3 the mood was dense. All of us strained, stretched, edgy. 170 km in – Hautes Fagnes in fresh memories. The race was really on fire. CP3 was in Malmedy – and just to mention the name of the city frightens most of my friends. We know those steep hills around the city all to well. But all was well. 7 AM on Day 2 – daylight approaching – 5 h before cutoff – better than I could have hoped for. Stretch 4 started with a real treasure: the area around the Beverce pipeline. Every time I wonder if it is really allowed to send people there; esp. people with lack of sleep. But maybe that is a stupid question. It was manageable. I felt pretty good for the given conditions so Malmedy area came and became memory within a few hours. It was clear that the last stretch of Part 4 was the tricky one so it was again the task to make the most of the light, to try to not lose against cutoff (4 km/h) and focus on not making mistakes.

Being that good in timing meant that the complete Part 4 would be daylight – that was really great and comfortable. Part 4 ended with the greater Coo area including Iceberg downhill. Steep but home. We lived there for a while in a long gone area. And CP4 had Tortellini: wow. I love them so much. To top that Moni, Francois and Martino were there. Having dinner with some friends feeling. Was hard to have to leave the place but it was not the end and I was pretty clear at that moment that I would not miss the opportunity to return to the folks waiting at the finish. And I would not return to them in a car – I would do whatever needs to be done to return as a finisher. The dream was so close – and yet: Night 3 was lurking behind the trees.

Night 3:
And it started immediately. The first climb let to fenced farm land. Not unusual as we had to climb fences before in the race. But it was like two compartments and I couldn’t figure the direction anymore. As navigation is normally a thing I manage quite ok I knew immediately that the Night 3 was going to be much worse than expected. With a shock I realized that I was standing there and staring into the nothingness for some minutes probably falling half-asleep while standing. This brought some Adrenaline back and the brain tried to re-start. The first steep climb of Part 5 was the one to the water basin in Coo. A well known stretch but I was honestly surprised how difficult it felt after 210 km. Luckily on the top Volker and Maren were doing their Legends Safety Team job. We had to take a detour and they were explaining the way to each runner. Although I just left CP4 I asked for water as I felt horribly thirsty and I felt really hot. I think I spent too much time at CP4 and body started to shut down. A mistake in a race where no mistakes are allowed. At one point Volker looked at me questioning and I realized he was waiting since ages that I give him back the water bottle. Oh man. Not the best start of the last part at all. After that shock some more runnable parts came and the body slowly re-entered the game – at least for 1-2 hours. After that the sleepwalking started. Sleep deprivation is a beast. Slowly everything went out of control. The raindrops on the rocks looked like smileys in a way I couldn’t bear to look at them, the mossy stones turned into green frogs, every reflection of light was a runner with a headlamp. I don’t now how but I made it to CP 4.1 (Chez Ingo) where we had a great time. The real Ingo (racing himself) came in after me and Karen and Peter were there already. Suddenly all was well again. We had Toasties and Coke – we joked and laughed and listend to the intensifying rain outside.

Outside – where the last 30 km were waiting. The last 30 km of the endlessness of Legends Trail. We could have stayed forever but Karen, Peter and me decided to group due to our conditions – at least for the first stretch in the remaining night. The moment we stepped out of the tent all illusions were gone – the horror started at that very second. None of us was well, we were all sleepwalking, couldn’t talk but we were still in – crawling up and down Ninglingspo area. A disaster. There was only one last hope: daylight. Close to this and at the end of yet another long and horrible climb I let them go their way. They were a bit faster and I couldn’t stand keeping up with them. A quick stop to eat something, put some music on would do. And then the shock: the GPS signal on the watch jumped by about 100 m – just like that. I took out the handheld but it was weird as it was showing the same position. Horror. The one thing which should not happen at all, happened. I stood there frozen and shocked in the rain for a while until I realized that would rather kill me than help. I stopped the watch track and reloaded it – didn’t change it. As the direction was still moving when I was turning I decided to use the position displayed and go straight line back to track (about 100 m away). This at least seemed to work. So I stood again on that purple line. Good. Finally the watch signal was turning when I was in the direction I moved. Good as well. It seemed to stabilize. This really hit very hard. I was confused as I almost lost everything so close to finish. With the watch issues I forgot to put the other rain jacket on and was starting to get very cold. Mistakes on top of mistakes – it was out of control. Completely. I called Maarten to make sure that I was not hallucinating and really was on track. He checked the tracker and confirmed that all was well. Matthias called as well before leaving to work. Oh – the world was still there. Random news from a very distant reality but good to hear. And the light was returning. First thing I put the real rain gear on – an hour too late but well. At least I could see the world again and the watch behaved normal again. Had a look on the tracking page after the race and I nailed it the whole time. So what was that – was I having a really bad dream? Never had something like this before. With another 30 min in heavy rain but daylight and a watch behaving normal I took it as the last strike of Legends. The last attempt to finally beat me.

Day 3:
But no. Not this time. Daylight, horrible weather, Day 3, 15-20 km to go and 6-7 hours to get there. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Nothing would stop me now. The last km did not went easy but I was still able to jog which meant I was in considerably good shape this late in the game. Some more climbing. With the rain everything was completely watered but I did not care anymore. The only job left was to get those km in. It was time to return to those waiting at the finish. It was time tick-off another Legends Trail. You would have found me crying during those last km but luckily I was alone. Alone heading to Ferriers. Hard to explain those feelings.

Finish – thanks Nick for the Video.

Shoutouts to the whole LT team – whether it was the crew, the safety team, the volunteers, the support teams of the runners – another weekend which will not be forgotten.

Here are all my video snips from my phone randomly put together for some additional views on this years LT:

Numbers in perspective:

There were some discussions before and after the race whether the course was easier compared to 2023. I would say: maybe a bit but with the conditions it felt harder. The numbers tell us that it was indeed a bit on top. More D⁺, higher climbing score. That with the conditions made 2024 a rather difficult edition of Legends Trail. This is also displayed in the finisher rate which dropped down to 30.3% (from 31.6% in 2023).

Recorded LT climb views – screenshots from @Runalize

Other than that it was Legends Trail #4 for me after 2020, 2022 and 2023. 4 finishes in a row and simply grateful to have been able to take part of this great event.

Remote

Veröffentlicht am 26. März 2022 von Pfadsucher

Being remote has a lot of different meanings. The day-to-day life offers a variety of different flavours of it and yet – as with a loft of things – long distance running adds a whole new quality of feelings to this expression. To understand this, one needs to go out there and one needs to go far – beyond the point where everything went smoothly, logical and controlled: beyond the safety zone.

Remote out there does not necessarily mean to be alone it does not even mean to be at a very isolated place. One can also feel remote while running with someone or even small group of people – as long as they came the same long way. Most of the times those companions are close friends or at least people with which one has already conquered a bunch of adventures.

Remote in these moments is a feeling of deep understanding how small and vulnerable one is compared to the vastness of this world and compared to the distance one wants to cover in the ongoing adventure. One also feels deep within that there is no real connection with the ongoing stream of normal life. Passing through villages or cities and passing by other humans – the disconnection could not be bigger. What is going on in their lifes just does not mean anything at these moments.

Although it is an overwhelming feeling – it is not free of hope. At the end there is the assurance that it is meant to be like this. That this is exactly how it needs to be. That this is an essential part of the journey. That this is the place and feeling one belongs to. The actual reason why this adventure was started.

The strangest moment is always reaching the finish line. Despite a deep relief and thankfulness that everything went well there is alway a big sadness of leaving the remote – of resurfacing into the normal life. With the end of a journey one immediately starts to miss the remote.

Until next time – until we relentlessly strive through this wonderful world to finally do what we do best: enjoying the remote.