The Adventures of Curious George

These pictures and many more are found here: 20090720_Budapest Zurich Basel Strasbourg Freiburg and perhaps someday will be correlated with the GPS data Frances took. We stayed in the YMCA hostel the night before, Frances in the all-women's dorm, which usually afords her few neighbors and a nice, clean environment away from stinky boys. Sounds like I got the better deal this time. We got a rather late start out of Basel (3:00 pm?), after trying to find EuroVelo route 5 or make some other route or plan, trying to buy a train ticket for Frances to Paris on-line but Frances's card wouldn't work, trying to deal with France's bank but no communication method revealed itself, and trying (and succeeding at this one!) to buy Frances a train ticket to Paris with my card *at the train station*. We cycled pretty far, but not as far as we wanted... At one point, I had a grasshopper friend on my leg. He stayed for about 5 minutes before hopping away. Hope he was OK! This was ri...

I am s itting on a dryer (it's warmer than the washing machine) in the mini-laundromat behind the cafe that has free wi-fi (which just closed), all within this "camping village." Ha! Camping. When I was a kid... ;-) Speaking of "I am" and "when I was a kid..." when I was a kid, there was this book called "The Little Engine that Could." I have decided that that little engine had a unique interpretation of Descartes' message, resulting in, rather than the typical "I am," with a differently profound, "I think, therefore I can."

I'm pretty sure "Pump Up the Jams" is not Czech music. Nor is "Move your body," Bob Marley, or that techno song that reminds Frances of Darude's Sandstorm. But here we are in the Czech republic, and it's what theyr'e playing! Addendum: "Hit Me Baby, One More Time." Also, boten ana by basshunter. And perhaps the cake-taker: "Shut up and Sleep With Me" by Sin with Sebastian. Don't ask why I know who did that song... And Satisfaction by Benny Benassi? Wha??? (that one I had to look up). Now the icing on the already-taken cake... [this was lost to the g-mail character limit. oh well.]