The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

September 29th, 2009

August behaviour, pt 4.

The second week of the diving class came and went without a hitch, but before the final open water dives, there was one last cycling endeavour to be had. I’d met a guy called John at lunch in the office a few times. We’d chatted a bit about the Tour de France as it had […]

September 22nd, 2009

August behaviour, pt 3.

The MS bike ride I mentioned before fell on the Sunday in the middle of the diving course. I hauled myself out of bed at an ungodly hour that morning (that’s one aspect of Vanouver’s outdoor fetish I could do without) to an uncharacteristically grey sky and spent a while swithering over whether to go […]

August behaviour, pt 2.

Jacques Cousteau rated the waters around BC to be “second only to the Red Sea”. As a newly qualified diver who has never been anywhere near the Red Sea, I have no idea if he was right or not. I do now know that Vancouver’s coastal waters are bloody freezing and that the visibility sucks […]

September 15th, 2009

August behaviour, pt 1.

After a relatively sedate July, August went a bit nuts. First up was the longest bike ride of my life*, undertaken with the Vancouver Bicycle Club. I met up with the few hardcore members (of the club, I mean) taking part, on the far side of downtown Vancouver. We headed through Stanley Park and up […]

September 9th, 2009

Summer’s here

In July, the temperature soared past ‘nice’ and went straight to OMGWTFBBQ. A blind mistakenly left open in the morning would have the south-facing apartment sweltering by the time I got back from work in the afternoon. I spent a lot of time wandering the flat shirtless, avoiding the landlord’s favoured dark leather furniture (so […]

September 3rd, 2009

Frolfing

I cycled over to Queen Elizabeth Park one evening to meet up with Monica, Pete and Travis, all from the office. Monica and Pete are one of the many, many couples who work there: permanent employees get a security badge, computer password and assigned spouse on their first day. We had packed a load of […]