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Thal, Terrugem per Velo
... der beiden, ist es vorbei mit ciao sagen und wir kommen allmählich ins Reisefeeling. Wir Zelten am Rhein, Daniel zaubert Köstlichkeiten aus zwei Campingtöpfen über Lagerfeuer und Benzinkocher. Kurz vor Basel erreichen wir den EuroVelo 6, ein Veloweg der uns bis an den Atlantik führen wird. Bis jetzt können wir nur positives über den Weg äussern; er ist fast durchgehend geteert, meistens Verkehrsfrei, sehr gut ausgeschildert und das Wichtigste: sehr flach! (Wir ...
Fancy kayaking in 3c and sleet? In the Rhone?
... a boat. It was not his job, he was not a guest of the marina. He was just doing a favour. Frank told me stories of the canal authourity whoom he had to get special permision from to use the locks. They actualy sent a guy along with him to specificaly look after him at each lock. If he stopped for lunch along the way, they drove along the river to check he was OK. Nice people the French. Was the weather forecast correct?Yes and no. Today it ...
-2 and snow? Seriously?
... ham for example. you can buy it in oz but its just ham. Nothing special. But try it in Italy and the flavour is spectacular. You begin to understand why the Italians and Greeks etc all have their own shops. They import it direct so it is the real deal and worth every penny. Olive oil made localy by hand in greece still has the green, grainy look it is supposed to. And you will happily drink it, It is that good. In the supermarket it is blended and ...
The Kingdom of God is...
... me. To be honest, it's still a mystery, but now I understand a little better that that's largly the point - Orthodoxy embraces the mystical. And on Wednesday morning, ten or so of the N'Toumi girls (N'Toumi being the name of our group of barracks) all congregated in the common room at 6:45am, in the cold dark night, and trapsed across Taize to the Roman church in the village. The village still looked inviting at night, the cottages huddled together on ...
Leaving Meursault For New Adventures
... to get drunk”) and she taught me a new noun that evening. She was offering me a cornichon, which is a small sweet pickle. But she asked me if I wanted a cornichon or grands nichons – she giggled and her father didn’t look happy with her. Now I know how to say “big boobs”. Not sure when I’ll use that one.
On Thursday evening, we had our landlord, Bertrand, and our American friend, Jim, over for ...