It may seem like a bit of a no-brainer following the recent wave of incredibly summery photographs on here, but the weekends have been getting so relaxed lately, that the universe’s latest attempt to kill me by way of a bike breaking down in mid-ride did not even register as more than a minor inconvenience. To put it in the form of lessons:

  • There will be raspberries
  • My life will end in a bike accident
  • It is a lot tougher to walk a slackline than it may seem
  • The Russian laughter is now a transcontinental thing
  • And finally: karma is and will continue to be a tricky thing. As Margot put it: “dat komt omdat je nog een fiets aan mn opa moet teruggeven. karma weetje…”


Right after my bike broke another time