Spent an interesting afternoon exploring parts of the CBD. It started as an optimistic trip to the shops, but the ones we wanted weren’t open on a Sunday, so we delved into the arcades and alleys. Found places I’d heard of, but only had vague recollections of where they were — on the other hand, I’m not sure I’ll be able to find any of them again…
We also wasted a little of our time and a little of someone else’s time by visiting an apartment that is for-sale and telling a few lies to a real-estate agent. Stupidly designed place, judging by the size of the fans in the bedrooms and the thickness of the roof, it probably hits 40 degrees in there in the summer. The second bedroom was only just big enough to put a single bed in, and had a diagonal wall to make furniture placement a nightmare. I guess we stick with renting for a few more decades!
I guess the only other thing was deciding that the free washing machine could go back to the land of large free white-goods. Just too much of a hassle making it work properly, it kept trying to hammer its way through the wall and into the neighbours, either that or switching itself off every half revolution of the spin cycle.
Tour de France
Wow, what a race. Despite the shocking reception, Jo and I stayed up to watch the live coverage of the Tour, starting at 11 pm. After a 180km breakaway with a 13 minute lead, Richard Virenque managed to cross the line just two minutes ahead of Lance Armstrong, but it was a nail biting finish as Lance stood up and rode like he does, chasing down the last 8km and chewing up the time gap. It really made a difference knowing that last year I had been riding up the same mountain, at least from Bedoin to the summit.
