Leleu Track bike for sale! YES it's a fixed gear.

My honey in - Part dieu 

My honey in - Grand Parc Miribel

My honey in - Parc de la Tête d'Or

It's time for me to continue, to turn a page, to open up a new chapter. This means I'm going to build myself a new pearl and I don't have a need for two similar bikes. Easy.

Want to listen to some good music?
Chiddy Bang - Good Life
Band of Horses - Factory
Petter - En brud i Lyxförpackning
Alexis Weak - 112
The Pointer Sisters - Jump

Want to see some good movies?
127 hours
Precious
1408

Mindfuck nostalgia sickness indicates of France

At this time of the year with cold weather and wet feet I managed to get sick today. A fever arose from nowhere and Fred had to call it a half day at the office. Straight to bed. Dinner. Back to bed. In retrospect it's not weird at all that after sleeping for about 8 hours during the day it's hard to get a hold of any dreams or sleep in general.

I ended up falling asleep for a while, only to wake up into a pond of sweat having been mindfucked by this fever and been hit by a car in my dreams on my old school yard. Whilst not being a big fan of realistic car accidents on a school yard in my dreams, I still wanted to feel nostalgic about something, so I dug up some photos. For all of you. In-joy some pretty views from France. Annecy, Lyon, Lyon, Lyon, Vienne.

Last days of France

What happens when there's an eager will to get somewhere for the weekend? You go to the Mediterranean coast (the French part in this example). First to La Ciotat, which is absolute crap from where you find your way with the aid of helpful locals that doesn't want tourists hanging around to Cassis, which is absolute beauty. We went there with Ale, Emily and Tijana in the beginning of June.

The main beach

Cassis main beach from the hill

Restrictions make you B&W

Walking prohibited (because of the rocks rolling down from the hill. Didn't stop brave Emily.

Way home, million degrees without air conditioning

Then what? Time to realize Erasmus time is over. So Fran organized a surprise party for me because I left earlier than him. Oh man.. Muchas gracias brottthhher!

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See you around mes amis!

 

Le Grand Parc

We are human beings. Most human beings prefer comfort and peace and if there's a trip to do most human beings choose a comfortable way to move around. Number one would be a car or a vehicle with an engine that you have full control over. Next ones are a bus or train or similar. Then comes the bikes that most people like to utilize in shorter trips. My solution, which isn't even a possibility in the eyes of the majority (simply because most people don't understand what it is) is a fixed gear bike! After something between 55 and 60 kilometers today on my beloved, simple and condition maintaining machine I partly understand the way of thinking of the majority. Partly. In the center of Lyon you overtake everybody with a bike and a competitive mind, so I'm going to prefer this racer of mine.

So how can you take on nearly 60km in one session? Easy! Go to Le Grand Parc with multiple 'getting lost' moments and enjoy the nature, water, peace, freedom and the activities. During summer you can sail, row and surf to name a few in the lake. If you're a golfer, pack your bag, call your caddy and go play with your friends. If you're a biker enthusiast or like to walk, there are five routes around the park of which the shortest is 5km and the longest is 31km. Just recharge your mp3 player or your singing skills, whichever you prefer and show yourself what you're able to do.


Human beings needs nutrition too. Here's an error Fred forgot in his eccentric ambitions on getting as fast as he could to his destination. I did the trip with the power of two eggs and a glass of water. Later I tumbled upon a banana, an apple and 2 liters of juice. 60km of constant pedaling and what is the reward? An apple ...and stiff, cramping thighs. Not regretting anything. Because now I'm going to enjoy a huge steak. In-joy some pics!

The freedom (Grand Parc) and The nutrition (Bellecour)

Parc de la Tête d'Or

Good morning! Something's wrong with me. It's Sunday and I woke up at 8.30am with aucune possibilité to fall asleep again. I thought I would never get up to my alarm clock that would've rang 1½ hours later. It might be because of the weather. The weather, my brothers, sisters, dads, moms, grandpas and grandmas, the weather. It's incredible. 20 degrees and sun, so warm you can hang around in a t-shirt and shorts in the night without the mosquitoes. They haven't arrived yet.

What is there to do in this town on days like these then? You can sit by Rhône, the river, chill out somewhere on the streets, sit on a terrace somewhere OR one of the most popular things among the locals: hang around in the park (Tête d'Or). The whole day. Having a picnic on the grass half naked is something that makes you so relaxed even the fact of the nonexistence of Fran doesn't matter.

The park is always crowded with people that are either playing football or any other sport, people who're chilling and crazy dancers who're doing these weird flips like it would the most natural thing to do. The kid in me gets excited once more: "That's something I want to do too!" So I was flipping around and eventually landed a bit on my head. There's been some damage towards that area lately, last in Les 7 Laux, but then the landing was powder, not grass. But still, I'm living by the 'Impossible is nothing'. When you see guys making flips like it would be just another walk in the park, you do want to try it yourself, right? Don't worry Mom, I won't hurt myself!

In-joy the memory of Fred and his ability of taking the camera with him this time!

Leleu taking a pause when people are running around it. Red lights are recommendations.

 

 A mother and her daughter playing ball in the park. Just the other Saturday.

 The park crew of this time. See the shadows compared to the amount of clothes? Exactly.

Huevos al Nido

Martin Luther King once said those famous four words "I Have a Dream", then it kind of escalated into this big positive thing and later for example Common made a song sampling his words, "A Dream". Brilliant song. Do I have dreams? Sure, before I got to France I really didn't know how to fulfill them. Now I do. Have you ever heard of the brands Nike or Adidas. You have? Wonderful, makes this easier. They've got these fantastic slogans "Just do it" and "Impossible is nothing". You see my point? I hope you do.

Tonight I was going to grab a casual beer and watch a movie, maybe. Well, I DO live with a Spanish guy who loves to surprise, unconsciously. So I got invited to a dinner that was going to be held at our place. Wait a second? I got invited to my own house for dinner? I love the Spanish. The world changes, so do plans, so later on I was sitting in our 11 square meter kitchen with 8 other people waiting for a delicious dish made by Alberto according to his Grandmother's recipe. And I tell you, I've never ate a 15cm baguette and been completely full afterwards!

Take a baguette (you people who don't know what this word means, check it out on urbandictionary.com), dig a hole in the side of it, dig out the bread, insert Jambon de Fran (c), chorizo, an egg yellow and a stirred egg white. Fry it in oil and voilà.

What happened then? It was more fun than you would think! In-joy!