April 2009

[Sweder]

Too tired and emotional following a night of journalistic endeavours (captured on AudioBoo) to write up my ugly, sweaty trapse through the Montreal streets and quayside. Suffice to say I didn't even head in the direction of the mighty hill, so concerned was I about the state of my heel and, possibly more honestly, my head, which was in severe danger of falling off. I fancied an 'easy' one, though there was little chance any kind of forward motion could be deemed 'easy'.

By way of confession I publish here a pictoral representation of my urbane (sic) plod. Of course this meant I had to stop frequently to snap the various points of interest but, c'est la vie. Something approaching 40 minutes of cart-horse style clopping through the dusty streets (no that's not me hooked up to the pink carriage; I wasn't looking that good).

It's kinda sorta in order of the run. Kinda.