Thursday, June 30, 2011

Aussie language lesson

Boucles de Seine was the scene of my second foray into triathlon in France. I was equipped with the mandatory three safety pins, I seared into my memory that I had to rack my bike by its saddle in reverse on completing the cycle leg, and that my race number must be displayed on my back whilst cycling but on my front whilst running. All the French bureaucratic administration was taken care of, it wasn’t going to distract or slow me in this race, nope.

So it was of course with much dismay, that after leading for two thirds of the race, that I stood a metre from the finish line prohibited from crossing it.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Mission Report - Mexico

Yet another secret agent mission - this time I land deep in the sprawling metropolis that is Mexico City, under the cover of darkness, shrouded by the throng of its 20 million inhabitants I am to execute one of the most demanding covert operations to date. My mission objective is expressly clear: seek and capture evidence of the existence of the elusive and revered Mexican deity. Worshipped by the select elite upper echelon of society; was it simply a myth, or was there a much deeper conspiratorial truth to uncover.  

Monday, June 6, 2011

A French Storm

Her skin was velvety, so smooth and shiny. Her physique was voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. Her feet were dainty and perfect. Best of all, she was just so sweet on the inside, maybe even a little nutty. I was reasonably chuffed with her!