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thanks for keeping us posted, steve-o! you are sorely missed. glasses were raised in your honor at katie's last stand. godzilla and i played at backstage and toasted you again. be safe, but not that safe! eric

....like the chien you are
Esteban, mon ami, your prose moves me like an exploding colon and echoes the words of the great existentialist writer, Hunter de Thompson: "Le Français ils sont une course drôle, ils combattent avec leurs pieds et baisent avec leur visage." But perhaps you might prefer it in the barbaric original: "The French they are a funny race, they fight with their feet and fuck with their face." If your lord and lady give you (or any of the other serfs) any merde about slacking on the farm work, remind them that "un Néerlandais mène Le Tour, et Christophe Moreau* ne pourrait pas porter mon bagage." Awww, rev war! Rowbear *Moreau (the Maginot Line of French cycling) is France's great hope for this year's Tour, which means he's hovering somewhere around 50th place, chain smoking in the rear of the peloton.

holy shit!
hey, i recognize that fellow in the last 2 pictures, that's cary! what's up man? i was actually just in big sur again last month, my first visit back to the left coast since i departed 3 years ago, it was just as beautiful as i remember (maybe more). but hey, glad to see you're still alive and righteous, hope to hear from you ben

That other thing
Sasquatch reminded of Paris junkett of wasted youth. Not easy to dodge le merdes du chien with size 24 feet. Inside That Other Thing, him imagine himself French peasant beholding such glory circa 15th century. The awe would almost wipe away the drudgery of cleaning up le merde du roi et le merde du hommes et le merde du femmes....well, him would just forget for awhile. Him pay 5 francs to thieving priests, light novena for Yeti. Later vomit up litre of vin ordinaire on passing poodelle.

Estaban, Sasquatch continue to live real life through your text and pictures; ride the Vuelta and the Tour and the Giro through your legs (and, ahem, "bottom bracket"). And I thought I was tough--a slightly taller, slightly hairier primate--doing the 33-mile Crater Lake loop (4,000 vertical feet of climbing) in 5 (Where's my EPO!?!?) hours. It'll be good to have you back in the Republic of Cascadia. Yr. Pal, Sasquatch

ah memories....
I was in austria back in 1998.....nice photos, brings back the memories it does! And italy....never was into dego goomba country, but i'm actually intrigued now....

the green the white and the red
it must be difficult for the stomach to digest properly with all those little boats motoring around in it. and where's the poo go?

sunshine
Hi Steve. It's a good thing you've lived in the rainy NW for the past few years, preparing yourself for all this rainy weather. Hope your journey is soon blessed with ample sunshine. t

Dances with Penisi
I regret to have not informed you prior to departure of the annual festival of Penis Prancing and Dancing in France. This goes back to the ancient times and is intended as a demonstration of just how completely silly men can be with their pride. Alons-y! Frottage!! PS: A gaggle of geese... A flock of sheep... A herd of raindeer... A _______ of penisis? (this, a question I throw out to the group...)

aye matey
scrotum! oh scrotum! its a scary hairy voodoo bag!

Sasquatch jealous
Sasquatch jealous. France is more beautiful than Gresham or the The 'Couv.

Glad you made it home
We have really enjoyed reading your travel blog. Sound like it was awesome. Except for that poor chipmunk. Kaya says "turtle" to you. Have a great time in Europe, Are you going to do this while your there?