Well, dear friends: these are the proof-pix we took during the last BBQ :-)

The micro-pix are linked to the full and bashing view of the real picture. Have no idea how long they may take to load (and don't care too much, you with your cost-free ISPs *grumble* or wave-cable-modems *more grumble*)

Please, to all the photographers and pix-editors I know and whose abilities I marvel at: all these pix are RAW. I do not have any knowledge about picture-faking, and Peter will hate me for loading 'em up this way, Chris and Chris will ridicule me: I DON'T CARE, folks! I may be able to program a computer, but as a user I suck completely (and no: you now do not have me by the balls (not only because I lack those), because my boss already knows - duh! I am always a step ahead :-) )

So, let's introduce some friends: Steffen (sitting on the chair ;-) and faithful Riva hoping for something to fall down from the dish. Steffen is well known for collecting all kind of junk, what brought him the nic of Schrotti	Volker. Just about to make his 2nd Diploma (master? dunno). Basically it's about welding by blowing shit up in the air KA-BOOOM! Have seen results: impressive!	Finished with friends. We have to live: Poorly reduced grille. The sausage are NOT wieners or so. They are made by RAW ground pork, and seasoning. That's the true way to do it, right?
Peter and the wolf ;-) Riva really loves him (no, this is not because she gets corrupted by bacon! What you folks think?) Somehow I must make her understand I bought her! Any ideas? More bacon? You kidding? She'd probably burst!	Riva Did I already mention I adore this stupid little insubordinate wanna-be wolf? No? I do! Despite all the damage she's done so far (list would be too long) I believe she's simply the best :-)	Of course we have to sleep after the hard fights with the grille ;-) Proudly introducing tiny euro-camper. Even for euro-measurements (muuuuuuch smaller than any mercun / canucki measures) a small one. Moves 6 people, sleeps 4 (hell, what we do with those 2 left?) *scratches head* Shoot? Eat? (well, shoot first, that's right) simply kick out? mark choice you like most ;-)