The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

February 6th, 2010

Pictures, or it didn’t happen

(This post comes from the typing-up-loose-ends department.) You may recall that I bought an old Peugeot racing bike in Vancouver with the object of converting it to singlespeed. Well, the path to singlespeed enlightenment does not always run smooth, as I found out to my cost. (I will admit that I did not bear that […]

November 6th, 2009

O Canada: the end

(Holy crap. This is the most-delayed travelogue in RF history. I’ll try to keep it brief, so we can get onto the USA trip complete with muscle cars, evil genius headquarters, UFOs and machine guns.) My parents were over for the last week in August and after a few days of sightseeing in Vancouver, we […]

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 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 […]

August 20th, 2009

The day today

I draw a blank every time I try to write about what I’ve been up to since arriving in Vancouver ten weeks ago. Yes, I have minutely detailed notes capturing the subtle humour, pathos and essential truth of my day to day activities (e.g. “Baseball!”, “Risotto is difficult”), but mostly I’ve been going about my […]