I arrived home in Boulder last night. Classes started today, there was snow on the ground, and my car needed roadside assist in order to start. Sputtering and grumbling, we're back to real life. I didn't take an abundance of photos during my last week. I did race on the Saturday though so I may have photos to post from that a little bit later. These are some photos of training, of some of the signs and sights I enjoyed, and also of my last day. We went to a Johnny Clegg concert. I love his music, and actually had played some of it on the radio back in my DJ days, but it was a whole new experience to see ...
...in which the high life was lived. [nggallery id=62] The polo match defies description in many ways but in keeping with my website's tagline, I'll give it a quick go. The place dripped money, and it wasn't even a Pretty Woman-type tournament. I did wear a sun dress just in case. The spectators consisted of about 10 cars parked on a steep rise overlooking the field. It was evidently a very exclusive New Year's Eve invite. We sat on the grass and watched what seemed to be mostly 19-20 year old guys gallop around and around. Some had been flown in from Europe and Argentina to play. I heard one chatting up a girl, she asked if the poor horses were OK. ...
I went with Dan to his family's traditional vacation spot, in Langebaan, a town on South Africa's Atlantic coast that is about a two hour drive from Stellenbosch. It was a great long weekend! It seems that a tradition in this community is for extended families to vacation together, so I got to meet some of Dan's uncles and cousins and also his friends' extended families as well. Everyone was incredibly hospitable to me, and very knowledgeable of both American politics/economics and world affairs. Conversations were consistently productive. Everyone was also very active so there was lots of training over the weekend, enough to finish off the last ...
OK I know I posted this photo last time, but my mom said it was confusing. What happened was I rode with my camera in my jersey pocket, the lens side facing my body, and after a very short while the lens had sweat condensed all over it. I didn't realize it until the halfway point in the ride where I reviewed the tons of photos I took... the ostriches were all muddled, the mountains like a toddler's painting, everything but this photo turned out a mess. This one I love because the sweat on the lens made it much more true to life than it would have been ...
I arrived in South Africa nearly a week ago now, after throwing together papers and grades and getting the heck out of Siberia Colorado. It's amazing, I am so happy I came! Honestly the only disappointment thus far was that on the plane from Amsterdam to Cape Town we had a real-time map of where we were and I slept through Libya. How boring of me to miss it! Here's a rough description of the week: I am in Stellenbosch, in the Western Cape province, where Dan Hugo lives when he's not in Boulder. On Friday I went with Dan and 5 other guys over to a town called George, also in this province but a good day's drive away. We ...
Link here. Roommate Matt and I also did a couple race laps together but they aren't recorded. However: Matt, word is going to get out either way that I won, so just send me the proof. Please enjoy the inspirational music (who recognizes it?) and know that cycling doesn't need summertime in order to be fun!
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