Was it worth it?
Continue reading “I don’t know if I liked that?”Category: outdoor adventures
Dragons, butterflies, and Cockta.
Everything I knew about Slovenia I learned from Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, which amounted to knowing its capital.
Ljubljana.
We wouldn’t visit Ljubljana until the end of our cycle tour. Like many international airports, Ljubljana Airport isn’t even located in Ljubljana. Kranj is the closest city, and that’s where we ended up on July 6th aka Day 1.
It was an 11 and a half kilometre ride to our hostel: the best ride of our trip… so far.
In addition to not researching the country beforehand, I also did not research the accommodations. That’s right, I was a passenger princess. I consider these blog posts my biggest contribution to the trip.
Continue reading “Dragons, butterflies, and Cockta.”Feeling salty.
The disillusionment persists. Last Thursday, I decided I needed some time off the island. I mashed my overnight gear into my panniers and pumped my legs all the way to Swartz Bay. There, I had seven different destinations to choose from that would take me off Vancouver Island. I’d already decided on Salt Spring Island. Ruckle Park is one of my favourite camping spots, and it’d been several years since I last camped there. In fact, I believe the last time I camped there was with Yann and Ed in 2019.
This time, I was all on my lonesome. The last time I camped alone was… never. That was actually my first time. I didn’t realize until recently that I was an outlier among my friends for never having had that solo camping experience and wanted to change that. (Cocaine and changing a diaper are two other things that most of my friends have done that I haven’t, and I plan on keeping it that way.)
Continue reading “Feeling salty.”Early to the duck race.
Now I’ve also registered for the Tour de Victoria.
Unlike the Royal Victoria Marathon, there was no option to customize the announcer’s comment for my finish. If given the choice, I would have requested another Simpsons quote:
“Pump those scrawny chicken legs, you stuporous funker!”
For I envision being in this condition as I roll across the finish line:
Return to Gabriola.
Welcome to Greg Minnaar’s Tour of Terror. First stop: my shower.
Technically, he’s been making people shit themselves a little since he arrived at the bike shop two years ago. He didn’t have to try very hard either: he’d just stand there motionless, and people would jump. What talent. Apparently, he can also do backflips on a bike.
Last week, a colleague was about to eliminate him for once and all. As I was about to enter the break room, Greg took a nosedive in front of me from behind the doorway, jolting my heart.
“Wait. You’re getting rid of him? May I have him?” I asked as soon as I realized it was just Greg, and he was on his way into the dumpster.
Continue reading “Return to Gabriola.”