Camping and the Outdoors

Woke from weird dreams, involving hiking, huge great buttresses of mountain and rock, giant-sized structures and bridges (like being inside a manic miner game), strange flats full of young women and their friends and boyfriends (!), then an action movie with me as a super assassin, jason bourne or somesuch, defending a small white lace-filled entrance hall. Perhaps something to do with watching brief snatches of “The International” with Nicholas Cage. Now that a few movie makers have got “make the audience identify strongly with a character” down pat, they make us identify with a bad guy so we get a suitably roller-coaster emotional ride. The smile on the deaf Thai pharmacy lady was beautiful, like a lotus passing by on a river or a perfect blue dragonfly or a child’s laugh is beautiful.

Spent yesterday morning riding on a standard Sunday club ride and watched as my friends rode in the ‘A’ race and our team won. Then took a shortcut and the pros came blasting past. QUite a ride, I can heartily recommend being on your bike watching the pros come past. Its a noise and rush like no other, the sound or maximum human pedal power all concentrated and alive and rushing.

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