I’m off for the rest of the year travelling. Where you ask? That’s for me to know and you to guess. The winner gets a prize. A prize of unbelievable value, one that most people would hesitate to accept. A prize so wonderful even I am at a loss of words to describe it. The first three people to guess where I am win (drum roll please)……………………………..well I can’t just give away what the prize is just yet, but beer is included. And if you know where I am, you are not allowed to play. But if you are in the know, you are automatically a winner of the prize. There is enough to go around.
It’s nice to know that that where ever I am bad triathlete fashion abounds. After stowing my gear, Dad & I started walking around. What did I see? Something that shouldn’t be taking place out in public. The horror! I tried to shield my eyes. Instead I swung my backpack around quicker then you can say fashion mistake and whipped out my brand spanking new, never used camera and fired off a quick shot. A little fiddling with the picture to edit out most of Dad (the one not in compression socks btw) and the landmarks that might possibly give away where I’m at, change the colors a bit and presto, you get bad fashion. Say it’s not true.