What a strange cat
Glad that you came home alive!
Oh well, if only I had looked in my secondary bag, I would have found not only my pull-over, but also a light rain jacket, both things that would have been perfect to avoid getting drenched… But in defense of my levity, I’ve had the perfect weather when I went biking to work ; the storm waited five minutes only before the end of my shift to begin.
– We don’t have time for that shit, Laurent. Are you going to milk us or what?
Going back home, saying hello to lost cows.
It’s incredible how fast bike performances are coming back, even after six months of winter during which I switched to walking. Bike-to-work today was sweaty and hard, but very manageable. And I found a new path in the green hills of Fribourg with more cows than ever.
The Sun is now out for three consecutive days, and so are flies, noisy children and farmers clogging the roads on their tractors. Three reasons to spend more time at an average 20 kph, away from the pesky humans (at least three persons tried to talk to me today, that was very disturbing).
Just back from a little bike tour around Romont. About 15 km in one hour, with a lot of hills. It was a lot better than this year inaugural trip, and I’m feeling a very obvious improvement in my bike muscles, even if they are still aching (and so is my butt).
Walking in the woods, meeting new friends #cowaii
Walking to work (2016-04-25)
Draw me like one of your French girls