And the winner is…

3, 2, 1… YAAAAAAAAAAAA My Boy Carlos is the big winner of Expedition Robinson!!! In capital letters! And streamers, horns, bells, circus elephants, and cassava cakes! Guys, I have no nails left. Those damn creators always know how to make the ending so nail-bitingly exciting. But the word is out: Mr. Carlito can call himself the ultimate Robinson of the year and is taking home the prize pot. I secretly didn’t expect anything less from him. You’ll read much, much more about it tomorrow in my Expedition Robinson Babble.

And since I dubbed Carlito Mi Boy from day 1 of the Expedition and we’ve been buddies ever since (proof), I HAD to immediately ask Carlos for a mini-minireaction: “I am so proud and happy, I can’t believe it. I can’t even find the right words, haha. I never expected that as an unknown Dutchman I would get this far. And I can finally talk about it. You understand: we are going to throw a party here. This is so cool!”

Cool? Friend, THIS IS AMAZING. Okay, I’ll let you get back to your party and for all Ex Rob fans: keep an eye on the site tomorrow because after 15 weeks of babbling I have one last grande dessert for you. Oh, and on my Instagram I have something fun from Carlito and me, in case you’re interested. So, let’s first pop the bubbles. To Carlos. That boy from Oldenzaal really pulled it off with his puppy eyes. Proud times a thousand.