Ever since the innocent arrival of Boonie at 25 Carlton Street in late 2005, I've felt an unexplainable urge to play ping pong, eat Monte Carlos and drink 52 cans on a plane.
I was also troubled with a strange desire to travel... to see the world through my own eyes, and to experience the things I had previously only read or dreamed about. Boonanza officially gripped it's plastic claws around my neck at Changi airport, when I realised with a faint glimmer of shock that I wasn't travelling alone.
Shit, was that Boonie making small talk with the Texan in the big hat?
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The ride of my lifeWhen I said I had "mountain biked" before, my Norwegian friend calmly nodded and said "good". What he didn't say was "good because we're about to tackle a 1600m climb directly up Sportgastein mountain". And I do mean, up! This photo was in the early stages, when my thin veneer of being capable of completing the climb hadn't yet started to crack.
SportgasteinView from half way up the mountain. I found stoppng to take photos was a good excuse to stop my lungs from exploding all over the beautiful scenery...
SportgasteinA well deserved rest and an imaginary vomit for me were in order. We had reached the top.
Mountain livingI stopped here and tasted buttermilk for the first time. It wasnt the creamy, sweet concoction I had imagined. Sour and sweaty were better descriptors.
