The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

October 13th, 2009

August behaviour, pt 5.

I slept like a log after the combined terror and exhilaration of the velodrome and rolled out of bed surprisingly awake at 6.30 am the next morning. I had to pick up Sam & Fiona, a couple of my scuba course classmates, before heading out to Whytecliffe Park for our final open water dives. I’d […]

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 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 […]

October 29th, 2008

Sun, sea, sand (and construction)

We were staying at the Alexandra Hotel in St. Julian’s, a once-grand place that just reeked of faded glamour. The lobby fittings were all marble and brass and the hotel’s bar, the optimistically named Park Lane Cocktail Bar, must have been quite the hang-out back in 1975. Our bed’s headboard had a built-in push-button FM […]

June 30th, 2007

Baby’s got the bends / oh no (she doesn’t)

Having ditched our luggage we sought out the diving school, situated down on the waterfront and in the shadow of the awesomely retro Hotel Histria. The hairy-chested manager pointed us through the TV lounge (it has a TV lounge! Excellent) and down the stairs, where we came upon it on a short stretch of concrete […]

October 8th, 2006


My jet lag has now entirely disappeared but has been replaced by the lesser know tent lag. I had thought that my internal body clock had successfully set itself to Brisbane Mean Time, but it now seems to be inextricably linked to the sunset and sunrise. It gets dark, and I more or less fall […]