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Thal, Terrugem per Velo
... sind ja ausgerüstet ;-) nicht wie der arme Eric, der seine Regenjacke in Frankfurt vergessen hatte. Er ist seit NEUN Jahren unterwegs, kommt aus Atlanta und die Katze Calie reist immer mit! Sie hat in dem Anhänger ein Liegeplatz und sogar ein kleines Katzenklo =) und in der Nacht dient Sie als Schlafsackheizung! Sie schreibt seit kurzem auch ein Blog: http://calietracks.wordpress.com/
Velofahrer sieht man ansonsten eher selten und Tourer sind wir und Eric bis ...
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 ...
Leaving Meursault For New Adventures
... one bit. One day I went over to her place and we sang French songs with karaoke in the living room – and then I insisted we sing some Beatles songs in English (after all, she wants to improve her English, just as I want to improve my French). I can only picture Judith with a smile on her face. Like her husband, she is brilliant, thoughtful and fun. I will miss her when we go, and I respect her tremendously. Just don’t ...
Typical Days in the Cote d’Or, and Blewbeek
... myself turned around to pee. Instead, I just lowered my pants and sat down. Meanwhile, whoever had been in the other stall finished up, washed her hands in the urinal part of the room where the sink was and exited. Too weird! After completing my business, I tried to pull up my pants while standing up at the same time. My head bonked into the door. After washing my hands, I got to experience the other mystery of French ...
Day Eighteen, A Hearty Taste of Burgundy
... case of French wine in our room. Then we joined up and set off for our “real” tasting in a larger building that showcases a series of caves where wine is stored. The caves were pretty neat, but the wine was not. I had to utilize the dump bucket with each glass- but tried to be covert about it because I hate hurting the wine maker’s feelings. Yuck. No purchases from there!
TG then headed in another direction to the opposite side of ...