vendredi 18 juin 2010

Fun in Paris!

It's a little difficult for me to say it, but yes, it is possible to have fun in Paris, even for country boys such as myself! I always think of Paris as busy, polluted, mentality I don't like... But ideas have to be challenged! For instance, I discovered that I could learn how to appreciate chocolate, despite of being stubborn for 30years on saying that I don't like chocolate...

Anyway, Caroline invited me for a week-end in Paris in the aim of giving a visit to the catacombs, with Luc2, Grégory., and Séb'... It was a bit of a crazy trip, actually! For those who don't know, the catacombs of Paris are not actually proper catacombs, but more of an ossuary. The 300kms of tunnels have been initially dig out in order to build Paris, and some parts have been filled up with human bones when the Paris cemeteries started to get overfull, about 200 years ago. In between 2 and 10 millions of skeletons were put in total... Which means that during the visit, you are ramping on top of piles of bones by times... Lovely, isn't it?

Anyhow, that was a lot of fun, albeit a bit tough for an old fart like me to go to bed at 9am... We completed the week-end by some bouldering in Fontainebleau, and some wine drinking at "Chez Georges", a nice bar where Caro is a regular...

Here are some pics from Fontainebleau, and from David Pointel for the ones in the Catacombs (sorry, I had to censure a few photos...)






mardi 1 juin 2010

Being a "boulet"

The direct translation of "boulet" would be a prisoner ball, i.e. something you drag along without wanting it. It can be applied to 2 different kind of humans: the one who are sticking to somebody's else ass, and annoying him by doing so, and the scattered brain ones, which are mostly a pain for themselves, like myself...

The past couple of weeks, I had an quite intense period as a boulet. Here are a couple of examples:
- I broke the shared washing machine in my building by putting a carpet in it... Which completely disintegrated in small plastic pieces which blocked everything... Idiot!
- I went to the library to borrow some comics... I had forgotten my library card, so I had to come back the next day... When I forget my card a second time, so I had to come back the next day... From my work, it is about 45mins of biking, good for my fitness I suppose...
- Leaving my backpack in the train...
- Going back home from work especially to get some paper I forgot in the morning, and coming back to work without them... Some more bicking...
- Leaving my credit card in one shop...
- Last Thursday, I left my climbing harness after climbing at "the bridge". I came back the next morning, but my harness wasn't there... But Oliver's climbing shoes were there, forgotten at the bottom of the wall... We were a good team of boulets!
- Just this morning, while making coffee, I was thinking I was out of my boulet period since I haven't done anything bad for the last 2 days... When I came back to get my coffee, there was a lake of coffee in the kitchen. I somehow forgot to put the bawl in the coffee machine... :D

More is to come, I guess...

"Boulets are eternal"