Scenes from climbing at Seneca the other weekend, after I had dropped my camera. This is us cooling down in the swimming hole/river (I’m wearing a cowboy hat, Boer’s holding his camera).
COMING UP NEXT – The much-anticipated arrival of my brand new camera.
It’s been brought to my attention that someone has been sending ninja cockroaches after me in a failed attempt at kidnap. Security on the premises has been redoubled, but if I go missing… then you know the worst may have happened.
My ninja-like reflexes intercepted something crawling around in my bed this morning. Half-awake, in the pitch black* of the early morning, I sensed it – reached, grabbed (heard slight crunching noise) and threw. As I gradually became properly conscious, I noticed there was a cockroach leg on my bed sheets. I brushed it off, and turned on the light, and looked over to the wall, where a half squashed cockroach lay upside down, dying. That’ll teach it to make me feel like I’m leaving in some sort of ghetto slum.
(* poetic licence may have been invoked, it’s never dark in DC)
And the reason why the police dog was outside my window, sniffing a tree, was because he was on his way to the Doggie Happy Hour held at the hotel down the road. Yes, that’s right, I live in the middle of a yuppy enclave. Everyone here owns a dog. You can’t wander outside morning or evening without fighting through swathes of residents out walking their dogs – during the day you’re more likely to come across the professional dog walkers. Shops have bowls of water out the front, the local jogging paths have water bowls built into their bubblers. Dogs of all shapes and sizes, heaven forbid you should have the same breed of dog as your neighbour.
Camera update: Sony H1 ordered and on it’s way apparently.
