I got up on a Sunday morning, which I don't normally do. Walked to a friends house, waited for my dad and then participated in a 25 kilometer walk through Nijmegen and the surrounding woodlands. We went with roughly ten people, met another ten in the woods and finished with about five. By car. To get the medal in time. Hehe. In the evening I had a barbeque with my father, his girlfriend and two neighbours. Drank a bit too much Spanish wine but it was great. After that, my father and I discussed my precarious situation at length - though partly as an excuse to empty a crate of beer. It was enlightening though: I decided I should leave my Amsterdam flat, get a job in or around Nijmegen and move there as soon as I can. Why? What else did I get back home for?