Saturday, June 23, 2007

19


Yes, I went cycling. Because Arie fixed my bike. He's good at that kind of thing. We spent about twenty minutes in the sun, in the desert, or rather the desert's car park, which is also the desert, technically, trying to pump up my tyre, but it wouldn't seal, no matter how many of us pushed it and pulled it. We poured gallons of soapy water around the bead and everything. After about twenty minutes, Arie remembered there is a bus depot about twenty yards away. Bus depots have air lines. Powerful air lines. So he took my wheel up there, and it must have taken about three seconds to get it up to 40 or 50 psi. Job done.

So we rode. Hot and humid, but windy enough so it wasn't too uncomfortable.

Then I had my 24-fest. Jack is saving the world as we speak, they just haven't caught it on film yet.

PS don't forget to check the 40 day fast. You really need to read Brant's entry.

3 comments:

TPF said...

19 is how old I was when I had my first taste of the African Continent, in The Gambia. 17 years later...

Felicity said...

You are doing such a good job at looking after him Tobes, have you asked about the greens?

Mark Jaffrey said...

Don't tell her, don't tell her!