Hotel Kandahar Pas de la Casa

Today was my last full day in Andorra. There wasn't a huge amount to do. It wasn't snowing, but the wind was so fierce that it seemed like a sand storm made out of snow. I had a great time watching a group of cows grazing in snow up to their stomachs. Other than that I had a walk around town and spent about an hour at a ...

... top of the first mountain, he took a little nap while the bus waited for whoever might want to get on before the departure time. As we praddled along towards Canillo I mused about our heroic bus driver, and what he might be like. I supposed his salsa music puts him in the zone in the same was as listening to “Highway to the Danger Zone” made the guys from Top Gun fly well. Maybe when he got done with his route there were women in bikinis with ...

Le plan original était d'aller à Cahors visiter un vignoble, mais puisque l'on n'a pas de voiture (considérant que les vignes sont dans des champs et non au centre ville) on n'a pas pu y aller. J'ai trouvé sur internet qu'il y avait plusieurs grotte dans le sud donc on en a choisi une pas trop trop loin et on a acheté nos billet de train.

Tarascon sur Ariege est à environ 1h15 de toulouse donc ca se fait quand meme bien. C'est un ...

... of apprehension before starting. Like attempting to figure out which way was up on the harness. Or when Donna wanted me to tie my security knot (walking me through of course). Then there’s the whole ‘where to start?’ when staring straight up at this seemingly flat face of rock.

Watching others you wonder ‘how on earth?’, but then it’s your turn and you preserve, slowly going up and up with each little ...

... called ‘Patou’ are raised with a herd (Pyrenees mountain dogs). As a result they will guard and defend their animals from any predator they may face - including humans. If you happen to wander in range they will bark furiously and give you many warnings to get away. If you don’t heed the warnings - you’re at your own risk with a fierce dog that comes up to your ...

... is exploring the caves which lie within. Amazing to look at these huge hulks of stone - you would think that they are solid inside as roads and towns dot the tops, but it’s far from the truth.

This cave's claim to fame is the prehistoric art paintings on the walls. They estimate that they are between 13 000 and 14 000 years old! The paintings also span approximately 1000 years as well. These caves were used by Nomadic tribes ...

... of the most hair-raising turns. Trying to drive these roads is bad enough. Trying to remember how to drive after not doing it for 3 ½ months adds to the difficulty. Having to reverse shifting a standard to a Right-Hand drive complicates the issue. And of course, it’s a Right-Hand drive vehicle driving on the right hand side of the road, so all perception’s off. No problem!

Thankfully it's exceptionally ...

... irish bar again, and played the whackiest game of ppool you have ever seen, there was literally no rules. then onto the club, and gav and brian were smelling girls hair, and following them around the club. went outside, and we started a huge snoball fight, i picked up a girl and dragged her down the road by the ankles, and mushed snow all over her. gav pinned a girl to a car and kissed her, "i can do what i want" brian thinks he may have ...

... I was sure this job had been done poorly in my absence. I pointed to the pork slices, then the wrapped ham. "Ah ha! I boomed triumphantly, time after time. "Ah ha!" But, none of the foods turned out to be expired. Finally, Cyril found expired diced carrots. He cupped them like he was holding gold. "Ahww haah haawhh!!!" he hackled madly. His eyes popped out of his zombie-fatigued head, as he celebrated the expired food. "Awwwh haah hawwwh!!!" "Awwwuh hah huwh ...

... truck. The Spanish trucker was the type of guy who lets a ****, then laughs about it for a minute non-stop, then calms down to carefully give that **** a rating from one to a hundred, then continues to laugh at or talk about that **** for as long as that was the last **** there is to talk about. My boss offered him a drink from our supermarket. He selected a "Leffe," a Belgian beer. A short while later, the Spanish trucker and I were alone ...