Wochenende
It rained all day Saturday, so I drove up to Garmish for a recce of the ski hire places and lifts for when it does actually snow. Then as it got dark, it did start snowing, but it was nasty wet stuff. As soon as I woke up on Sunday morning I looked out of the window and there was freezing fog to go with it. fecking brrrr.
Understandably it took quite a lot of mental arse kicking to get out to the car and build up the bike. Finally at about 11am I did, got my shit in order and let the rubber hit the road. Having had a good study of the local map, I already knew that there was an excellent network of marked bike routes out there. But the even better news is that it's mostly on deserted country lanes and equally deserted gravelly forest trails. There was even a section along the bank of the river Ammer, which was spookily Merseyeseque, but without the Jodphurs Cafe bacon butty stop. So today's discovery is that it's just perfect for the cross bike out there and the Stig just gobbled it up. In the end Sally Satnav told me that I'd done just under 65k on a tour de Weilheim circular, and I only headed back when I did because of icy tootsies. I have never regretting going on a bike ride. FACT. Lookin forward to more of the same sometime soon.
Sunday 11 December 2011
Friday 9 December 2011
Prost or Prozac?
Frietag
So here I am in south Bavaria where I'll be based for the next two months. I haven't had culture shock like it since Manchester.
I've been put in a decent apartment and guess what, I can see the Alps from my kitchen window. Specifically Zugspitz and Wank mountain (yes really) This morning it was covered in white stuff. I'll probably head up there on Saturday for a stiff walk.
I met my neighbour across the landing shortly after I arrived. I'd just pulled up outside and was starting to unload my shit when he parked across the back of my car and marched towards the front door. I lit up his world with my best smile and said hello. He pointed at my car and said "das ist mein park platz" the sour git.
In between managing to remember to bring all my bike stuff, work stuff, computer stuff and leisure stuff, I forgot to pack any socks or undercrackers, so I went to the supermarkt last night to buy some. The checkout girl was a chunky goth wearing a sweatshirt which said "Drink!, Fuck!, Fight!" Quite a lot of 1 and 3 by the looks of her, not so sure about the no.2... More later.
So here I am in south Bavaria where I'll be based for the next two months. I haven't had culture shock like it since Manchester.
I've been put in a decent apartment and guess what, I can see the Alps from my kitchen window. Specifically Zugspitz and Wank mountain (yes really) This morning it was covered in white stuff. I'll probably head up there on Saturday for a stiff walk.
I met my neighbour across the landing shortly after I arrived. I'd just pulled up outside and was starting to unload my shit when he parked across the back of my car and marched towards the front door. I lit up his world with my best smile and said hello. He pointed at my car and said "das ist mein park platz" the sour git.
In between managing to remember to bring all my bike stuff, work stuff, computer stuff and leisure stuff, I forgot to pack any socks or undercrackers, so I went to the supermarkt last night to buy some. The checkout girl was a chunky goth wearing a sweatshirt which said "Drink!, Fuck!, Fight!" Quite a lot of 1 and 3 by the looks of her, not so sure about the no.2... More later.
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