After a couple of minutes, when I imagined the most horrible thing happening in this prison, Mario took over me and brought an end to the conversation. I was shaken, I wanted to cry, I was not prepared for this. The kid had been starving, mistreated and humiliated for nine months in this prison and the only thing he did was to rob a bike.

You kind of want to argue but when you see the AK-47s and the drug induced red eyes of the soldiers, you kind of think not to in the end.

Prior note: This ascent took 3 days and 3 nights in the mountain and was done without guide or whatsoever. At night it went down to – 8° Celsius.

It is 11 pm and 42°C outside. My AC just broke again. The Logistician is coming to fix it tomorrow but I will have to spend the whole night under a fan hoping I won’t drown in my sweat.

There is no light in the room, it is still very dark and I can hear the chanting of the morning prayer “Allaaaaah Akbar”. What time is it ? I look at my wrist..

Basically my friends and I will drive 3 500 Kilometers from Shillong, a town near the Himalayas to Cochin, in the very south of India…

And so, my faith was sealed. I had raised more funds than my goal and I had met with Scott Jurek...

probably the best thing to do in Vietnam if you are a trail runner or a mountain lover. To climb Mount Fansipan, the highest summit of Indochina..

“What, you pooped on my rocks ? Here I crush you small insignificant human piece of shit!” We continued.

Maybe ignoring them is just what they need. Dismissal, pure and simple. Or perhaps the real benefit of running isn’t physical, but spiritual