Sounds like you’re relaxed and the pressure’s off, just keep enjoying yourself. PS The cat still won’t come in voluntarily, but! the dog won’t go out into the laundry any more! They’ll be fine. Dad said Battle of the Bulge started at Arnhem??!!
Hmm.. dunno.. after seeing the scrub and dunes at Hoge Veluwe I got kinda homesick. There’s lots of war memorials around here, yeah..
Heading north today, maybe to Deventer via Zutphen. Another Nat Park further north I wanna ride around.
Go Hatchy! ๐
Feel homesick? Cop a root. I’ve heard that it works. I was very homesick on my travels… still am actually…
Oooh, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to cop a root on a loaded tourer, he might fall off… he should go back to sticking to roads ๐
Don’t listen to her Stuart… girls are evil… she is biased! Um… Yeah…
Girls ARE evil. But I’m eviler!
When I hit the off-road I’m super paranoid about snapping off the bar bag or a pannier.. sometimes you just can’t miss the rocks, ruts, etc and other times, well, it’s just too much freakin’ fun to slow down!! ๐
I’ve slowed down now.. 140k ruined me, resting up in Zwolle for a while, it’s a cool city. Went out last night with a bunch of peeps I met in Zwolle pub. Much fun. Very nice bunch of people too!
I’m more evil than you are Stu! Look at your halo – it’s shinier than mine.
That’s not shine, it’s haze from the burning sulphur. It ain’t so much a halo either, more like a set of horns.. ๐
Hey, guess what? This is completely unrelated of course, but I"ll link it in later…
The son of a guy I’m working for (The son, Roger, is maybe late 30’s to early 40’s) has been shooting with Graeme, and according to him, was instumental in Graeme’s love of bug guns.
Long story not so long, when we get organised, I’m going to go out shooting with him and his mates. Me shooting footage, him shooting stuff, not me. I’ll hopefully have a more powerful night light for the videocam.
Last night I went for a ride. Clear sky, full moon. Frost on the ground. The frost was reflecting/refracting the moons rays. Like a halo/rainbow.
Zwolle: Last night it rained. Today it rains. Yesterday it rained. The day before it rained. Can you spot a trend here?
So I’m hanging here another day, doing some minor exploring, net surfing, TdF watching, etc. It’s not so bad but camping sucks in the rain! Can’t wash clothes, can’t take a piss. I even finished my book so can’t read in the tent! Need to find some english reading material..
Actually I think it was Dad or Uncle Jamie or maybe Mr. Stacy who was responsible for our (the three of us) love of big guns.. any guns.. those were the days.. ๐
Stupid Melbourne with its stupid restrictive laws.
Not just Melbourne! All those people in big cities around the world, wasting precious aerosol can’s by spraying themselves to smell nice or something with them, and not using them for their true intended use – putting on fires!
P.S. Sorry Stuart, for lighting my aerosol can off yours only to realise that it was paint, and that I’d sprayed you and hence you were on fire… have you used that Voucher for Just Jeans yet?
Oh don’t apologise man! You should know I love 2nd-degree burns! The smell of burning flesh.. the horrible pain.. the rage I managed to direct at a wall and not you.. haha.. feeling guilty yet? ๐
Besides, it wasn’t the first time someone set me on fire.. not even the second.. those were the days..
I did use that voucher. I told you! It took me so long I had to make an announcement! I bought some ‘long’ denim shorts with it and those brown ‘ragged edge’ shorts with the cool brass-lookin’ eyelets..
Describing clothes? I’m beginning to sound like that ‘nutty northy’ who posts here on the odd occasion.. ๐
Ah… I remember… we’ll blame that one on Malawi. I’m sure you’ll be blaming a few forgotten thoughts on ‘dam in time to come… ๐
"Sir, Please excuse Stuart’s slightly dazed responses. He has just returned from Amsterdam."
Epilogue – Terry set me on fire a couple years later. I was chasing him around the flat in Ringwood (we could cut laps ๐ ) with a lit aerosol can. He also had one, but it wasn’t lit. He got a little bit in front of me, turned around and sprayed. Of course, I came ’round the corner with a flaming can straight into a cloud of flamable gas. Whoooomphf! Michelle, Terry’s little sister, was both shocked and pissing herself laughing at the same time as I prised my fused eyelids apart. That was pretty funny. No 2nd degree burns. Bonus.
2nd Epilogue – curly hair is quite flammable.
LMAO! Dude, you have to move to London so we can start all that shit again in another country! hahahaha ๐
"Set yo’ ass on fiyah!"
3rd Epilogue – long, beautiful, straight brown hair is quite flammable too..
Sounds like you’re relaxed and the pressure’s off, just keep enjoying yourself. PS The cat still won’t come in voluntarily, but! the dog won’t go out into the laundry any more! They’ll be fine. Dad said Battle of the Bulge started at Arnhem??!!
Hmm.. dunno.. after seeing the scrub and dunes at Hoge Veluwe I got kinda homesick. There’s lots of war memorials around here, yeah..
Heading north today, maybe to Deventer via Zutphen. Another Nat Park further north I wanna ride around.
Go Hatchy! ๐
Feel homesick? Cop a root. I’ve heard that it works. I was very homesick on my travels… still am actually…
Oooh, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to cop a root on a loaded tourer, he might fall off… he should go back to sticking to roads ๐
Don’t listen to her Stuart… girls are evil… she is biased! Um… Yeah…
Girls ARE evil. But I’m eviler!
When I hit the off-road I’m super paranoid about snapping off the bar bag or a pannier.. sometimes you just can’t miss the rocks, ruts, etc and other times, well, it’s just too much freakin’ fun to slow down!! ๐
I’ve slowed down now.. 140k ruined me, resting up in Zwolle for a while, it’s a cool city. Went out last night with a bunch of peeps I met in Zwolle pub. Much fun. Very nice bunch of people too!
I’m more evil than you are Stu! Look at your halo – it’s shinier than mine.
That’s not shine, it’s haze from the burning sulphur. It ain’t so much a halo either, more like a set of horns.. ๐
Hey, guess what? This is completely unrelated of course, but I"ll link it in later…
The son of a guy I’m working for (The son, Roger, is maybe late 30’s to early 40’s) has been shooting with Graeme, and according to him, was instumental in Graeme’s love of bug guns.
Long story not so long, when we get organised, I’m going to go out shooting with him and his mates. Me shooting footage, him shooting stuff, not me. I’ll hopefully have a more powerful night light for the videocam.
Last night I went for a ride. Clear sky, full moon. Frost on the ground. The frost was reflecting/refracting the moons rays. Like a halo/rainbow.
Zwolle: Last night it rained. Today it rains. Yesterday it rained. The day before it rained. Can you spot a trend here?
So I’m hanging here another day, doing some minor exploring, net surfing, TdF watching, etc. It’s not so bad but camping sucks in the rain! Can’t wash clothes, can’t take a piss. I even finished my book so can’t read in the tent! Need to find some english reading material..
Actually I think it was Dad or Uncle Jamie or maybe Mr. Stacy who was responsible for our (the three of us) love of big guns.. any guns.. those were the days.. ๐
Stupid Melbourne with its stupid restrictive laws.
Not just Melbourne! All those people in big cities around the world, wasting precious aerosol can’s by spraying themselves to smell nice or something with them, and not using them for their true intended use – putting on fires!
P.S. Sorry Stuart, for lighting my aerosol can off yours only to realise that it was paint, and that I’d sprayed you and hence you were on fire… have you used that Voucher for Just Jeans yet?
Oh don’t apologise man! You should know I love 2nd-degree burns! The smell of burning flesh.. the horrible pain.. the rage I managed to direct at a wall and not you.. haha.. feeling guilty yet? ๐
Besides, it wasn’t the first time someone set me on fire.. not even the second.. those were the days..
I did use that voucher. I told you! It took me so long I had to make an announcement! I bought some ‘long’ denim shorts with it and those brown ‘ragged edge’ shorts with the cool brass-lookin’ eyelets..
Describing clothes? I’m beginning to sound like that ‘nutty northy’ who posts here on the odd occasion.. ๐
Ah… I remember… we’ll blame that one on Malawi. I’m sure you’ll be blaming a few forgotten thoughts on ‘dam in time to come… ๐
"Sir, Please excuse Stuart’s slightly dazed responses. He has just returned from Amsterdam."
Epilogue – Terry set me on fire a couple years later. I was chasing him around the flat in Ringwood (we could cut laps ๐ ) with a lit aerosol can. He also had one, but it wasn’t lit. He got a little bit in front of me, turned around and sprayed. Of course, I came ’round the corner with a flaming can straight into a cloud of flamable gas. Whoooomphf! Michelle, Terry’s little sister, was both shocked and pissing herself laughing at the same time as I prised my fused eyelids apart. That was pretty funny. No 2nd degree burns. Bonus.
2nd Epilogue – curly hair is quite flammable.
LMAO! Dude, you have to move to London so we can start all that shit again in another country! hahahaha ๐
"Set yo’ ass on fiyah!"
3rd Epilogue – long, beautiful, straight brown hair is quite flammable too..
*sob*
"Do it again!"
*sob-transforming into crazed cackle*
๐