Wednesday 21 November 2012

IIDD, Chill November: Wednesday, November 21st

 No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true. -Nathaniel Hawthorne, writer (1804-1864) 

Rhadamanthys, Minos, Aiakos

In Greek mythology, Rhadamanthus was the son of Zeus and Europa. He was a judge of the underworld and known for his strict justice.

Hi Giggster!

From forecast this morning, things looks a bit "iffy" today. However, domani, a reasonably early ride, (9:00am?), might allow us to miss the rain.

On another, perhaps more important matter, I plan to be more than rhadamanthine in the dispensation of justice towards non-non-compliance in NRBC shirkers. Cheers, Zeus' Son, a rhadamanthine chip off the parental block, so to speak!  


P,
Thursday ride works for me. We will confer this evening as the forecast becomes muddied by yet another change of pattern – much like the multi-directional winds we encounter on our rides.
Re – pics: While you and Ray work on sisterhood surveillance issues the Mongolian Terrorist is seeking help from the Ulti-Bomber and is seen here with the incendiary expert himself. W

At this point Tuesday looks like it might work, pending word from Aubrey. Keep me posted on your plans. 8^) Cheers, Mark 
Hi Marcus Aurelius! Use your time machine and I'm sure everything will fall into place! Cheers, Il Conduttore!

Hi I realize I did not give you a lot of warning, and you are top of my list,  but I wasn't sure of my schedule.  I sent you a message on Facebook a couple of days ago.

I am in Vancouver today having lunch with my niece at noon and then  tonight Dinao has a class in False Creek area.


What are you up to?
My area code is 902 Rhoda

 Hi Ski!

Thanks for area code! We will be home later this afternoon, (Perhaps all day, depending on weather. I hope to go for a ride if rain holds up.), and tonight so give us a shout if you can pop by, even for a short visit, if not for a full Freeloader Meal! Otherwise Thursday or Friday nights are available.

On another matter, Howard Hurt, Head of he Curriculum Lab when we met, died this past October.

Please call to co-ordinate your zany schedule for a visit! Cheers, Patrizzio!

Hi Patrick

Thought I would drop you a line before we depart on Saturday on a 10 day trip to Tenerife- in particular visiting the Anaga mountains at the eastern end of the island not far from the capital Santa Cruz. The apartment we are renting has bikes but from what I have seen of the mountain roads we shall be cycling back and forward along the sea front to Santa Cruz from the village of San Andres.

Still cycling my modest distances but too wet today so went to the gym at Harrogate. Rain has cleared leaving a pleasant sunset before dark drops in around 4.15.

Just completed the latest Downton Abbey series and awaiting the Christmas special. Where are you up to? We are labouring through Homeland which looks like going on for ever with its twists and turns some of which don't seem necessary. I have also got into a UK series called Hunted which is also very complicated and violent involving MI6 and off-shoots. I gave up on a Scandinavian series called the Bridge- named after the bridge(surprise) between Copenhagen and Malmo- quite seedy considering our view of these countries. How is PSB your way these days? We enjoyed it in Vancouver- surprised it comes from USA?

MI6 HQ
I trust you are looking after that two wheeled investment of yours. Are you riding further, faster, easier and how is the pelaton reacting. I must say that I would be taking a poor view of being further upstaged.  

We were impressed by your countryman William Schattner when he compered "Have I git News for You" a few weeks back. Very amusing and handled the rest of the panels very well. I see that Damien Lewis our Etonian Brit acting out the part of Sergeant Brody is favoured to get the compere role of this programme in the USA.

We were saddened to hear about Arthur's son's incident and have asked Ray for any news. 

Mother is still going strong in the nursing home- I shall be there tomorrow. I am ringing her now which saves one trip a week up there and her hearing is surprisingly good on the phone. Christine's mother is having her ears and her hearing aid attended to so that should put Chris in a better mood.

Christine has returned from a mentoring assignment complaining about the temperature and no central heating on-claims it is only 6 degrees C in the car- tea and croissants should help but she is insisting on putting the gas fire( very inefficient) on.


Are you wintering away from Canada again in 2013- if so where?

I now have a small collection of malts, unfortunately most of them are well spent. It seems a pity to empty them completely so they are lined up on a table and there they will remain and hopefully be added to until a complaint comes in.

We hope you are both well and enjoying life. Will try and send a snap or two.
Regards Jim

Hi Complaining Chris and Gymster Jim!

Great to hear from you even if it is to brag about your impending trip to Tenerife! Bravo and Buona Fortuna on the Anaga mountain roads!!!

Gather from your missive that the sort of weather you have been having s quite similar to ours, of late. However, we had a wonderful break from the rain clouds last Friday and Whirlygig and I, (No Raymondo! Myth of Geordie, Newcastle/Hartlepool toughness, is just that, a MYTH!), took the opportunity to ride to Horeshoe Bay. We left at just before 10:00am from the Heartbreak Terrace and made our way, via Seawall,  around Science World to Stanley Park and then over the Lions Gate. Along Ambleside and then kicked over onto Marine Drive just past Dundarave Village. Know the route pretty well so no hitches out to HB and back again. About 36K to the village and then long climb up the steep hill, (We spit on the Anaga mountain roads!), retracing our steps but with a head wind on the return leg.


Near the the Inukshuk statue on the south end of English Bay, Whirlygig remained on Beach Avenue while I kept to the Seawall. He had to make for home to meet this son while I wanted to take advantage of the weather and log at least 100K. This being the case, riding around Science World would give me an extra 10K so that I would only need a quick run out to UBC to push me over the hundred mark. Did just that and sailed along Spanish Banks, (the freighters, one with a striking broad red band on its hull), filling the bay, the mountains dusted with snow icing, (although it was perfect cycling temperature), the fairly strong wind at my back. Paid for it once I had completed a few dipsy-doodles around campus, however, as by 2:30pm, when I was at the bottom of the Foreshore Hill and making for home, wind was even stronger and I had my work cut out for me over final 10K or so. Still, it was a grand day and it was simply wonderful to have put such a good ride under my belt before monsoons set in: 103.3K over 5:21:13, AVG 19.2KPH, MAX 51.2KPH.

Glad it managed the outing since it really has been wet almost ever since. Did happen to elude raindrops yesterday when I rode over to the Aquatic Centre at 11:15am that morning. Was able to swim 3.25 miles but not overly pleased with my time, about 1 mph. Hope I can reduce it to 45 minutes once I'm swimming more regularly but that remains to be seen, of course. Back home by 4:00pm after a glorious hot tub and sauna.

Have enjoyed a very busy social calendar this last little while. This past Saturday Whirlygig and his partner, Kerriopolina, hosted the Peleton and it was a grand affair. Earlier that day I popped by to visit close friend, Ted Keating, also a former Winnipeger. About a month ago he and his wife, Elaine, we at YVR, en route to Wpg as a matter of fact, when he stumbled over the curb and in ensuing fall, severed something in his right leg! had to be rushed by ambulance to VGH for emergency surgery! Aside from everything else, they had to cancel a carefully planned rip to India, scheduled for early November! To make family matters worse, poor Elaine had to fly to Wpg a few weeks ago as her own mother is not well and she and her siblings face the difficult task, (as I know you both know), of resolving issues around placing her Mom in a nursing home.



Hope to find out more details tomorrow when we host two tables of bridge, Should be fun. Corinne's parents play and we are having Ted/Elaine, (Ted and I played handball at the U of Wpg and he belonged to VRC for a short while as well.), with Guy, (from my book club), and his partner, Nancy, to make up the rest.

After visiting Ted, I stopped in to see Imre and had a good long visit with him. Seemed in very fine form, all things considered. Couldn't stay but an hour or so as I had to be home to get ready for dinner at Giggster's place. Next evening we had Flamin' and Sarge as well as Andre MacKenzie, (Friend, (originally from Vancouver but now living between UK and France), we stayed with, south of Lyon, in 2010, who was in town to visit with his Mom and see his heart specialist. Should try to get him together with Robo Man!), for dinner. In a strange twist of Fate, Andre knows Imre! When in high school/university, Andre was a lifeguard and worked with Jim at many of the Vancouver pools and beaches. I hope to arrange to take Andre to see Jim sometime later this week.

I was also distressed to learn about Arthur's son. From what Ray told me last time we talked about incident, I think he is in
GF Strong Rehabilitation Centre. I saw Stella just before Halloween, at her shop, but didn't say anything as I didn't think it appropriate, under circumstances. For his part, I know Raymond is a bit reluctant/torn to ask Arthur about the lad's condition as I gather it can't be all that good. Very sad state of affairs.


Not familiar, unfortunately, with many of the series you mention. We are trying to watch all of the episodes of Masterpiece Theatre, Elelementary, (Holmes in NY with Watson a very attractive Asian woman, in case you don't know this spin-off.), MI5, etc., that Chloë recorded over the summer. Watched Poirot last night, set in a dig in Syria, and the actress, Elizabeth McGovern, who plays the Countess of Grantham, was one of the murderers! Can hardly wait for the Downtown third series to begin but unfortunately, we may well have to wait to see it!  We are scheduled to leave Vancouver, (as of this writing!), on December 12th. We want to take our time driving south to LA to spend Christmas with Ayn and Los Horridos, our grandsons. Chloë, Clarisse and Dusty, my in-laws, will fly down. We are actually house-sitting for Ayn's cousin, Rick, who has a gorgeous home in Simi Valley. He and his family will spend holidays in Bora Bora to celebrate his 60th. Have already been in touch with David and Nancy, friends in Berkeley, and mentioned that we will probably arrive on their doorstep sometime around the 18th/19th/20th, depending on how long we spend wine-tasting in Sonoma and Napa!

A day or so after the 10th of January we are planning to continue driving south and east with a mind to seeing New Orleans, as one goal. I'd like to visit some bourbon distilleries in Tennessee and Kentucky but whether this transpires or not, remains to be decided. We hope to see friends, Randy and Ruth, formerly living in San Antonio, now in Dallas, en route to New Orleans. 




Having a pre-Yuletide Open House on December 2nd. Starting with a meeting of my Book Club at 3:00pm to be followed by the Open House proper at 5:00pm. My 65th birthday is on December 6th but I gather, from "whispers" here and there, that there may well be a bit of a "surprise" element to festivities. I plan a bit of a malt surprise, myself,  for some of the malt aficionados who will be attending. Not sure if I mentioned it or not, in an earlier message, but I picked up a bottle of the Mackinlay's Rare Old Highland Malt, apparently a meticulous re-creation of the original malt whisky shipped to Antarctica in 1907 by the explorer Ernest Shackleton to fortify his 'Nimrod' expedition. Several wooden crates of this precious whisky were abandoned to the Antarctic winter in early 1909, then rediscovered over a century later. Quite a story, one that celebrates the enduring spirit of both man and malt.

Fond regards to Chris and you from Coriandre. Bon Voyage. With any luck Chris won't need a gas fire in Tenerife! Cheers, Patrizzio!


Pics: Ted; Imre; snaps
taken at last Saturday's Peleton party; young woman with Raymondo, (He wanted pictures of him "air brushed" to remove any signs of old age!) is Amira, Giorgio's daughter, while profile of woman is Kerry, Whirlygig's amore; Tia, Kerry's daughter took a picture of Raymondo and I while I was showing him pictures of Ted, (They knew each other from VSB, taught together at Kits High, I believe.), and Imre; Andre The Giant!


Hi Rosemary and Andre The Giant!

Great to see you, Andre. Not sure if you have been in touch with Andre since Sunday, Rosemary, but that evening
we had Flamin' and Sarge for dinner so that we could all catch up. I think everybody enjoyed themselves immensely, particularly in light of the copious amount of Single Malt consumed!

  
Tomorrow we will host two tables of bridge. Should be fun. Corinne's parents play and we are having Ted/Elaine, (Ted and I played handball at the U of Wpg and he belonged to VRC for a short while as well.), with Guy, (from my book club), and his partner, Nancy, to make up the rest. Tonight Rhoda, now living in Cape Breton, (I met her when I worked at the Curric Lab and she was a SA, Andre, back in the late '70's!), will come by for dinner as her daughter, Dinao, has a class at Emily Carr. Funnily enough, Rhoda's husband, Ron, was Flamin's paddling coach in Dartmouth when Flamin' was 13. He is now an oncologist and when at UBC on sabbatical about seven years ago, now, I invited the Sutherlands to dinner to meet the MacCormacks, as Flamin' had lived in Sydney at one point. We discovered, before the day of the dinner, their connection when I told Flamin' some of the details of how I met Rhoda and how she met Ron, etc.

With respect to Imre, let me know what might be a convenient day/time for a visit. Usually later in the afternoon is better. This week Thursday is out for me but Friday or Saturday, (earlier in day is fine for Imre), although this week I'd prefer Friday as we are off to Squamish to stay with friends Ruth/Rick, (more bridge players and former tenants, for 7 years, at Hotel Kits!), for the night, on Saturday, and plan to leave in the early afternoon.


Fond regards to you, Rosemary, from Coriandre. I trust we'll see you, one way or another, Andre, (
I think Cora Lee mentioned the pre-Yuletide Open House on December 2nd to you, Andre, but if not, you are certainly welcome.), before you return to England/France. Cheers, Patrizzio! 


Hi iPeletonii!

Do hope weather and conscience will allow a full Peleton domani! I am currently working on airbrushing many of the photos taken last Saturday, as per request by Robo Man. Apparently, he wishes the Movember Grizzled Look to hide his "Younger Than He Looks", rugged, dashing, debonair, stunningly handsome good looks! 



On Monday, Coriandre and I cashed in our VWF complimentary tickets to listen to Jian, (NOT Gion or Dion, Naming Disorder Giggenheimer!), Ghomeshi, at UBC's Freddy Wood Theatre, interviewed by CBC's Stephen Quinn. Place was packed and buzzing. Must say that I was most impressed with Jian. For some time now I have been a bit predisposed to be a tad negative as I've not enjoyed Q as much, of late, feeling that Jian is becoming a bit like Peter Gzowski, towards the end of his illustrious career, inasmuch as both seemed/seem to utilize an almost "trademark-like" stutter during interviews. Probably a result of their brilliant, racing ahead minds but I found it/find it annoying after awhile. Nonetheless, Jian really was dazzling. He could be a stand-up comic, such was the delivery he gave before the interview itself. He had the audience roaring as he characterized his father's reaction to him in some episodes from early teenage years, (His dress and hair: "So you want to look like a beggar? I didn't come to North America for a better life, so my son could dress in rags!), or from more recent events. The launch of his book, 1982, at a gala party: "How many books have you sold? Why are you not standing at the table selling books?), to the fact that Stephen was to be interviewing him: "How many hours does Stephen broadcast each day? "Three  hours, I guess," was Jian's reply. "And you, you are on air for 90 minutes!" replied his dad! "He's working harder! You need to work harder. Harder!" Of course, Jian did this with his father's heavy Iranian accent and hand gesticulations so it was even more hilarious.

Interview was wonderful, masterfully handled. For his part, Jian was just as entertaining, (while being both serious and informative), as when in comic mode. His answers were thoughtful, frank and most articulate. He certainly poked fun at himself and is really not a slave to his celebrity status. (I didn't realize that he has won some very prestigious broadcast awards and that Q is the most popular program, ever, on the CBC, at least in terms of listener/viewership.) He told a wonderful story about being in Halifax, where I believe he hosted the East Coast Music Awards, and at some point after the event a woman approached him in the lobby of his hotel. She came up to him and asked if he was who she thought he was. Bit puzzled he asked whom she thought he was and she said on CBC, etc. He said "Yes" and she went on and on and on about how much she liked him and his work. Finally she finished gushing and blurted that she could hardly believe that she could now go home and tell friends and family that she has actually met Ian Hanomansing! 


Doubly pleased about attending the event as I had not placed it high on my list of possible choices, given the aforementioned misgivings I harboured. Guess I may even have to re-evaluate my opinions of the Peleton Latte Louts!

Loved the incriminating snaps of the IED's and their makers. For my part, I plan to place them in all the coffee joints along any of the Peleton's frequently travelled routes! Should self-select the cleaning of the gene pool and if the bikes are not destroyed in the blasts, Robo Man and I, as sole survivors, being non-latte drinkers, will use money from sale of same for malt and seeds! Cheers, Il Conduttore!



Actually I did mean Thursday, not Tuesday. I will check in with you tomorrow morning.

8^) Cheers,
Mark

Hi Remembering Self!

Say what you mean or get what you deserve, Back Pedaller! Cheers, Il Conduttore!


What you see is all there is! 8^) Cheers, Mark

Marcus Aurelus:

Complete abdication of Experiencing Self's responsibility! Cheers, Il Conduttore!


 P,

If you wanted a mission in Squamish, I would get you to bring me back some brews from the brewery. I am buying my beer in re-usable one litre bottles (like the Grolsch bottle with the clip and cork))  – all from Howe Sound Brewing at the moment. My intention is to make beer when I have enough bottles.

I can get most in the BCLC stores but some I cannot buy such as:

Diamond Head Oatmeal Stout
Baldwin and Cooper Best Bitter
Howe Sound Lager (may only be available in cans as it is here)  if so don’t buy

Maybe they have some seasonal – or one-off brews available in the reusable bottles. I would try anything. A couple bottles each would be great.

Maybe they will fill bottles with other beers, the lager…

I CAN buy the following here at BCLC -- so don’t bother.

Garibaldi Honey Pale Ale
Whitecap Wheat Ale
Rail Ale Nut Brown
Their  -- Winter Ale
Devils Elbow India Pale Ale





Better take both panniers. W

Hi Braumeister!

For once, no naming disorder! I'm more than happy to see what I can find. Unfortunately, I don't think a ride to Squamish will work, given forecast. However, I am planning to take my Madone along on the bike rack and hope to ride from HB on Sunday, perhaps even from Squamish, but will have to see how late we are up and how much of your beer we consume! And pesky weather, of course. Cheers, Il Mulelator!

PS: Next thing will be that you want to stop for lattes!


 David Kessler
Counting the minutes until the Library closes and Thanksgiving really begins. Hope all my friends have a restful and satisfying holiday and every who travels has a safe journey....


Bake my pretty pumpkin cheesecakes...bake

Easy riders,
    Should be good to go tomorrow. Let's be in touch in the morning.
Ray
Hi guys,

Sorry but I have pressing work first thing tomorrow but please keep me in the loop and I'll see if I can drop in somewhere enroute.

Thanks, Al  


Hello iPeletonii!

Rhoda is meeting me at the Heartbreak Terrace at 9:00am. We plan to ride over LG and do a few dipsy-doodles into North/West Van before re-crossing the LG. Thence once around SP before I accompany her to Canada Place where she is meeting another friend for lunch at the Fairmont Waterfront Hotel. Please join us if interested. Cheers, Il Conduttore!

Pics: Rhoda; young woman is her daughter, Dinao, enrolled in an Art Therapy course, here in town; Joanne Trueman, with Sarge, is a friend and neighbour in our building. I beleive you know the rest of the Usual Suspects!
Padre Madrone,

I was hesitant to ask, would you mind stopping for lattes? 

Of course, stop by HSB only if you are interested in seeing the brew pub. The fact that I might be thirsty should not enter into your consideration. W

Hi again, Giggster Turn-Coat!

I love your passive-aggressive response! I feel that it is really not the Latte Louts that I need fear, but rather The Sisterhood! You have been seduced, me lad, and I regret that you must abandon all hope of returning to the fold. I suggest you resign as Secretary General of the NRBC before your profligate and degenerate ways become known to the Great Unwashed. "The fact that I wanted another three pairs of shoes should really not enter into your consideration!" Nice bit of plagiarism if I do say so! Goodbye, Imelda! Cheers, Patrizzio!







Ski!







An absurdly cheerful music video about all the dumbest ways to die:

http://io9.com/5961404/a-weirdly-adorable-music-video-about-all-the-dumbest-ways-to-die#13535173283953 

The tale of Hillary and Tenzing's ascent of Everest in Mick Conefrey's Everest 1953: The Epic Story of the First Ascent includes a connection to Britain, notes Justin Cartwright. Conefrey's book confirms Cartwright's childhood understanding that the coronation and the conquest of Everest were yoked together.

I am just old enough to remember something of the coronation of 1953. We watched a film of it, in colour. A few months later we saw another film, The Conquest of Everest, by George Lowe and Tom Stobart. It had a commentary by Louis MacNeice. In my childish understanding, the coronation and the ascent of Everest became one and the same thing.
Mick Conefrey's moving book confirms that the coronation and the conquest of Everest were indeed knowingly yoked together. Jan Morris, then a young journalist for the Times, helped get hastily coded dispatches, confirming that Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay had reached the summit, to London just in time for the coronation. It was immediately understood to be a huge boost to British prestige and a tonic after the war and rationing. In some ways it reminds me of the recent Olympics and the jubilee, with reality stretched to encompass some uniquely British qualities. The Indians and the Nepalese joined in vigorously, both claiming Tenzing a hero and a native son. In fact, Tenzing was born in Tibet. Conefrey describes this frenetic scramble for ownership of the mountain brilliantly.
But how could a mountain which straddled the border between Tibet and Nepal be considered British? And why did it have the name of a British man, Sir George Everest, who had been surveyor-general of India from 1830 to 1843? The truth was that the British climbers regarded themselves as the aristocracy of the sport, and through the Indian connection Everest was thought to be more or less within the sphere of British interest.
The climb was some years in the planning. Operating from the Royal Geographical Society, the Himalayan committee wanted to see a British conquest after many failures and many deaths, as far back as George Mallory's and Andrew Irvine's mysterious disappearance in 1924, a subject of Wade Davis's brilliant book of last year, Into the Silence.

To carry out their "great cause", the committee appointed Mr Everest, Eric Shipton, as leader. In 1952 a group of hand-picked climbers, including the New Zealander Edmund Hillary, went to Cho Oyu in the Himalayas to prepare and test equipment for the following year. But the legendary Shipton proved to have little organisational know-how and no interest in the notion of "the great cause"; the expedition was a shambles and he was sacked rather ineptly. John Hunt, a colonel in the army, was recruited as leader. He proved to be just the man for the job, meticulous in his planning and a relentlessly hard worker, as well as a good climber. He very soon endeared himself to the others.

In the meantime, the pressure was on: the Swiss were mounting an expedition that included Tenzing Norgay. They got within 600 metres of the summit before giving up, but they were planning to come back in 1954 if the British failed.
The first British attempt, on 26 May 1953, was to be made by Tom Bourdillon and Charles Evans. Despite the meticulous preparation, it was fraught with difficulty; the weather was appalling and the climb from the South Col was terribly difficult. In the end a defective oxygen canister meant that they had to turn back only a few hundred metres from the top. For the rest of his life Bourdillon regretted that he hadn't gone on alone. But he had heeded Evans's warning that if he did he would never see his wife again. He was killed climbing in the Alps some years later.

Hillary and Tenzing were the next up. They set off confidently towards the South Col, where they just managed to get a tent up in a gale and temperatures of -20C. They didn't sleep. In the morning they had a problem with the oxygen, and finally left their tent at 7am. Hillary's diaries show that they were determined to make it, no matter what the risks. At the final 40ft rock wall, Hillary forced himself through a narrow crack in the rocks and ice, overhung by a huge and unstable cornice. Tenzing followed. Hillary now believed they were going to make it. But after an hour he started wondering if he could go on. Then the going suddenly improved and he saw that the snow ahead was sloping away from him towards Tibet. They had made it. Hillary's famous pictures show Tenzing holding his axe, flying the small flags he had brought with him. The two of them stayed 18 minutes on the summit. Typically, Hillary did not ask Tenzing to take a picture of him.

What had happened on the last few hundred yards became the subject of controversy. Did Tenzing drag Hillary up, or was it the other way round? The Indians and the Nepalese boldly and falsely claimed that Tenzing was first up, 40 metres of rope between them. In fact Tenzing was suffering badly, and Hillary had to help him, something which Tenzing admitted much later. But Hillary and Tenzing and all the others knew that climbing was a team effort: on the way down, Tenzing had to pull Hillary from a deep crevasse. After three months on the mountain, Hunt was overcome with relief and happiness as he greeted his men.

Hillary was knighted, as was John Hunt, while Tenzing got the George Medal; there was talk of colonial attitudes. All three were worldwide celebrities. They met everybody who was anybody, including the newly crowned Queen and Prince Philip. Tenzing was deified in Nepal and India. It does not appear to have brought him happiness: although he was given a large house and a prestigious job as head of a mountaineering academy, he died in Darjeeling in 1986, depressed and with a drink problem. John Hunt went on to run the Duke of Edinburgh's Award and the parole service. Some years later he was made a life peer. Hillary became New Zealand's high commissioner to India.

As I read the book, I often found myself deeply moved. It is a tale of great courage, and – poignantly – of a world that has passed.

Justin Cartwright's most recent novel is Other People's Money (Bloomsbury)

Hi Kids!

Great evening. Thanks for coming everyone. As discussed, Ski, you are meeting me at the Heartbreak Terrace at 9:00am. We plan to ride over LG and do a few dipsy-doodles into North/West Van before re-crossing the LG. Thence once around SP before I accompany you to Canada Place, or thereabouts, where she you will meet your friend for lunch at the Fairmont Waterfront Hotel.  Cheers, Il Conduttore!
















































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