There we go.
Category: outdoor adventures
From house cats to wild penguins.
I’ve been housebound (apartmentbound?) for nearly two weeks now. It started with a tendinitis flare-up which coincided with some shitty weather that made it unpleasant to go out for a mood-lifting walk. After a week of keeping my right wrist in a brace and taking anti-inflammatories, I started to develop a cough, resulting in an overlap of sickness and injury. At the same time, the weather improved, but I’ve been too sick to go outside.
You know who really understands what it’s like to be trapped inside? These two:
Enfoiré
Bubble
Having the cats around have kept me from turning into a triple threat: sick, injured, AND depressed.
The upside of getting sick while recovering from an injury is that I already had a doctor’s note excusing me from work. But because I had spent all my paid sick days back in June to recover from my bike accident, I’ve earned $0 over the past two weeks. To put it in context, THAT’S NOTHING.
Tomorrow, I start earning money again. I really need it as I have booked a two-week vacation at the end of January.
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Too soon.
Day 12.
89km, negligible climbing: Mauvezin-de-Prat – Saint-Lys.
We had already seen Saint-Martin-Lys and wanted to see the Martin-free version which was conveniently on the way back to Toulouse.
The big black hole of Ariège.
Day 11.
94km, 972m climbing: Foix – Mauvezin-de-Prat.
“Oh, look. A bird show! With snakes and turtles! I like turtles.“ I pointed at the paper place mat while Yann and I waited for our meal the night before we left Foix.
If you really think about it, castles are meant to keep foreigners out.
Day 10.
74km, 811m climbing: Saint-Martin-Lys – Foix.
When I was 15, I got to attend the 14th Winter World Games for the Deaf (now called the Deaflympics) in Davos, Switzerland. I was not athletic at all back then so I was there to spectate and to cheer on a deaf guy from my school who was on the Canadian hockey team.
As it was cheaper to fly to Frankfurt, Germany and then catch a train to Davos, we had the opportunity to do some light exploration of Germany as well. Neuschwanstein castle was on our itinerary: it was to be a side trip from Munich. The hostel our group stayed at in Munich had rooms too small to place an adult chaperone in each room. I ended up in the chaperone-free room with 4 other girls.
PARTY!
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