What Type Of Games Do You Play At A Toy Party

Montenegro

I feel that I want to move your feet want to move
then the question is where and how?
carpe diem
the secret of life
mission in Montenegro to explain how the system works to local Italian colleagues
a girl alone is not good that it moves only
me ask you ..
there is no second place?
voilá .. and organizations from one part
the workshop and the work I leave to those who need to know, but for other people, the world does not count, do not need to know this country
we go north, away from the coast similar to ours in Puglia, on the north between Kosovo and Serbia
silent regions, once silenced by the dictatorial government
slowly trying to wake up .. a bit intimidated by the other, away from the news
simple but honest and hospitable people
in the mountains, white on the millions of pine trees that surround us

silence and peace

have chosen to be a country first of all ecological in full respect of nature and left Italy
en
see the difference in the woods are perfect, now hibernating animals can rest in peace ..
then a monastery of monks Orthodox, welcomes us to the mountaintop
to watch two huge dogs, as the fog of heidi, along with the ELP and the tired face .. resting on a mound of ice, heated by a warm sun, unusual for this period
the church has a construction different from our own, more simple, no aisle, a room .. enters the body and kisses the icon of the Virgin Mary, saints and the crucifix ..
has more than 300 years
electricity is not always there and 'Water is a little' ice .. The monks tell us that we can come to sleep this summer.
their black frock leaves
then a walk on the most active
conceals the more grnade canyon in the world after the U.S. giant
a deep gorge and magical colors, which you enter in the eyes .. Chances are your
the weather is more of a dull rafting or jump from bridge then the elastic
wooden houses on hills, can be rented for small sums of money
immense potential for all climbing trips in the green of nature is still pure
a new country, a rhythm A little bit old, but to try
Montenegreen

Trebuchets Blueprints

2011 Good Sport in Belgium

gave me a bike and they told me we now follow
were two in the afternoon but the air was cold
I found everything: shorts, shirt, sweatshirt, jacket, helmet, gloves and shoes
in 4 with two of them who make 100 miles a week of off-piste

and one that he did until a few years ago
I just said .. I guess it is 10 years nn do more mountain bikes ..
party, and the first ascent and still partially paved, steep, arriving breathlessly at the top of the forest

here then I do not know what I'm experiencing now, but it seems that nature to call me back when, before the hour belgium montenegro , no city, shops, bars, many people, nothing
only surrounded by nature
The road is gravel and a little uphill, but I'm still out of breath, then turn right, steep, in the bush, mud and stones, a steep narrow road just wide 40 cm
takes my breath away, it seems impossible to nail limped
I stop telling me to follow my rhythm, steady
first stage reached .. was Riscle
Peró .. I would have to return almost almost
wooden bridge and a bit rotten and ruined another way to climb
feel the blood pulsing strong behind the neck, shortness of breath we take down a false floor in the veocitá increases ..
in the mud with rotting logs crashing on my fast-ray .., everything is disconnected
pounding his head

stop the helmet is just too small .. we leave

improves breath I take a new rhythm, more dancing trees trunks and deep puddles half wheel
I just ride, no later stop, do not remove feet from pedals, go go!
m behind, waiting for them
careful with me I feel like older brothers who leave the freedom perhaps a bit risky but with a focus on life
me I have to earn
breathtaking descents, short but technical
sit nearly the rear tire, a mud face
fatigue healthy
nearly half a flight in icy river
jump and I cling to a tree, the bike 5 meters further down
you look for a good laugh and say, well we were trying to end this not!

think back to the turn 10 years ago, there were uncles with an eye on, more maternal and fraternal
want to bring them here, along with then
wing end
tired at home among the narrow streets of this Belgium, Germany, Belgium
say the true a hot shower, a cake of rice pudding .. just perfect!
glances and ... Who's taking the next beer?
start again .. together!
I thought back to the moments of the past, resumed after 10 years
tell me .. stupid, when and what would resume riding on two wheels in ste in nature?
of people known by chance one evening in Benin, a few words and deep understanding .. something magical .. how to say .. but we have already known in another world we see this world the same way, because we were so far apart?
finally we met! I love Belgium

love my Belgians!
a beer, too!