Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
Because I know you've all been asking yourselves... For the last month I've been farming near the north end of this route: Tour to France. I've been collecting hay and picking and eating cherries a few hours a day for room and board. See www.wwoof.org for info on how to do this yourself, if you want. It's cheap, and paired with a bike, you can see a lot. Plant nerds can also learn something, as that's really the point of WWOOF.
Starting tomorrow, I'll be bike touring to France, for well, the Tour de France. I plan on riding stage 9 myself and then watching the pain in person. Photos of my trip so far are here.
Missing the weekly rides, taco trucks, westlake center, and everyone there. Especially Henry. I love you man.
For everyone going, have fun at Mass tonight!
the dreaded ben
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 12:09 pm
Grumpy GreebJoined: 20 Aug 2005Posts: 5329Location: flavor country
1. fuck you.
2. where do i sign up.
MikeOD
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 10:27 pm
Joined: 04 Feb 2006Posts: 545
Nice pics Remington! Looks like a great trip.
Remington
Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 11:52 pm
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
Oh, and expect a fondue ride when I get back. Who else has a fondue pot?
ksep
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 1:26 am
Joined: 27 Jan 2007Posts: 1879Location: Westlake
Mmmmmm Mayo Toothpaste! Looks like you're having a good time.
Remmy I have to thank you for blessing my IRO; I managed to eek out a win with it at the greenlake trackstand competition. It's the bike to beat, kids. Sadly I can't say the same for the current rider.
(w00t, 83rd post!)
_________________ -Kevin
Lutella
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:11 am
Joined: 20 Mar 2007Posts: 206Location: all dressed in yella
Remington wrote:
Oh, and expect a fondue ride when I get back. Who else has a fondue pot?
I've got one. Color: harvest gold.
And, as we discussed, I will be thrifting around for fondue forks for everyone.
Aaron
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 9:51 pm
Joined: 25 Jul 2005Posts: 4645
OK, Mr. P. LOLZ!
God I am so immature!
Uncle Martha
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 7:15 am
Joined: 18 May 2006Posts: 343Location: Cap. Hill / Madison Valley
Lutella wrote:
fondue forks for everyone.
"If that honey would come back
We would throw such a party
Drink and cook the prodigal son
Fondue forks for ev'rybody"
_________________ Ben (the Uncle Martha one)
Remington
Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 11:05 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
Well shit, now I know it's not me that won the track stand competition, but the bike.
In Bellinzona now, with shitty weather last few days and today. Beautiful riding down the San Bernandino Pass though. Can't upload photos here on the internet terminals though. You will have to wait for more Mr.P., Aaron.
Remington
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:49 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
Begin cookie cutter trip report for my bike tour through switzerland. All I wanted to do was be fancy...
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Hey Everyone,
My bike 'tour to France' through Switzerland for the Tour de France was a great sucess. I had a wonderful solitary journey on the way to Geneva, and made it here just in time to watch the nearby finish of stage 7 in France, at the Col de la Colombière. Afterwards, at the top, I had the choice of descending further into France towards the later stages of the race, and the famous Alp d'Huez (which is not part of the race this year), or back to Geneva to relax and plan the rest of my trip. I decided to ride back towards Geneva and take a 'holiday from holiday' (or vacation from vacation in American English...), and so I have spent the last few days here at a camping, hanging out here and at the youth hostel to meet people. Unlike many places I have stayed, Geneva is a more popular tourist location, and is also the site for the UN and many other international organizations, so there are many English-speaking peole here, although the primary language is French. I am still searching for plans for the next 5 or so weeks of my trip here. My only constraint is that I fly home from Madrid, Spain on August 31st. Flights within Europe are very cheap, so it might be a possibility to fly to another country to bike tour, and fly back to Madrid.
So, here's my trip report. It's long, and boring, and missing many interesting bits, but it's a start. And it's probably littered with typos, as I'm paying to type this out. If you have any questions, ask! And feel free to skip ahead a bit towards day 14, when I was at the Tour de France. My bike computer fell off while being transported on the plane, which was really no big deal, but it means that these numbers are low-ball estimates made from my map of my total mileage.
Day 1, Saturday, June 30th: Neukirch, near Romanshorn on the Bodensee (399m above sea level), to Chur (595m).
First day of the trip and I was well rested (and fed). I had planned on leaving the day before, but I felt too comfortable on the farm, so I procrastinated a bit. But, Helmut was expecting his next pair of guests Sunday, so I had to go. I follwed the familiar route to Arbon and found the signs for the Swiss national bike route I waned to follow (number 2 of 9). Soon I was on a new part of the trail, further East than I have ever been, and I was lost after 25 km. After figuring out that I was follwing a parallel route back the other way, I asked some cyclists for directions towards the proper route. After 10km of deja vu, I was back to where I had gotten lost, only I noticed a sign hiding behind a tree, telling me to turn left and follow the river. I was on my way again. Soon after, a Swiss cyclist joinded me for some conversation, and showed me the best route south towards Chur, my next destination. We followed the Rhein River on the Austrian side (it forms the border), avoiding the busy highway noise on the Swiss side. Then we came to the tiny toy country of Liechtenstein, where he bought me lunch in Vaduz, the capital, where a real live prince lives in a castle in the foot hills, against a backdrop of mountains. It's very touristy. With some more route recomendations, Franz left me to head back north, and I went my way to Chur. After a short climb riding with an Italian mechanical engineer, and fun descent, I made it to a camping in Chur, where I showed of my camping hammock to anyone interested.
Roughly 134km with little climbing in great weather.
Day 2: Chur (595m) to Splügen (1457m)
Following Route 6 now, I started to make my approach to the >SanBernardino Pass, through the old Via Mala pass. By that point, I was riding with out my shirt on to avoid the heat (but it was nice and cool in the tunnels I passed through), and I got stared at by all the tourists there as I rode by, which was kind of fun. I stopped to take a few photos of the canyon and rushing water there, and started on my way again, climbing to Splügen, where the last camping before the pass was located. While eating dinner there (a very good pizza), I heard that the weather forcast for that night was not very good. When it comes to thunderstorms on mountain passes, I am a fairweather cyclist, so I camped there. My hammock became an ice breaker again, and I spent the rest of the night with a group of Germans motocycle touring through Europe.
48km, 862m of climbing.
Day 3: "Rest" day in Splügen
More time with the Germans, eating, playing card games, yatzee, etc, while waiting for better weather. Pizza again for dinner, and we all played I-spy in German while waiting for our food, which was fun, because I studied colors before the trip.
Day 4: Splügen (1457m) to Bellinzona (227m), via the San Bernardino pass (2065m)
Finally climbed the pass, which was a large number of switchback turns, so that you were constantly passing the same waterfalls, and could watch your progress against various landmarks. At the bottom was a small house selling alpenkäse (Alp cheese), but I was too shy to knock on the door. As I rode up and up, I went into the fog of the clouds, which was nice and chilly. At the top I ate a small meal at the restarunt there, and prepared myself for the cold descent with a few layers of clothing. The first few hundred meteres down were foggy, which kept me guessing what the turns would bring. There was little traffic, so it was fun to push myself to lean more and more into each turn and take them faster, but also thrilling, because I could never see past the turn I was on. Things got safer, and even more beautiful (I love fog) when I came out of the clouds. After a small climb out of the town of San Bernardino, I was back to descending even more switchbacks, with great views of the green valley of trees far below. I chased and Italian racer on the way down after he passed me, taking his lines through each turn. The weight of my bike makes it a bit slower on the way up, but no less fun going down, and I stayed with him until I stopped to take a few more photos. It felt like the most beautiful ride of my life, even though I was being rained on the eintire time on the way down. After the descent it was a long, flat ride to Bellinzona, where it was still raining. Everyone at the camping tried to explain that was unusual for the area, and all the tourist guides advertised all the good weather.
7km, 608m of climbing, 1838m of delicious descent.
Day 5: Rest day in Bellinzona
Better, more usual weather for Bellinzona, so I spent the day sight seeing, mostly at the three castles in town. Walking around each one made me feel like Seattle was boring. How come we don't have any at home? If I were Gates, I would have paid an army of laborers to build me one, with portcullises and a drawbridge, instead of whatever wired up mansion he has now...
Stayed the night at the camping again. And I decided not to spend another day at the nearby lakes of Lugano and Locarno, which I hear are beautiful, but I wasn't in the mood for a lazy day at the lake, and wanted to head back towards the mountains.
10-15km of riding around, maybe 200m of climbing up to the highest castle there in town.
Day 6: Bellinzona (227m) to Hospental, near Andermatt (1447m), through St. Gotthard Pass (2108m)
Rode back up another pretty valley a long ways up to the St. Hotthard Pass, stopping to eat at a traditional "grotto." They are small, simple restaurants usually in stone buildings, with stone tables and seating outside. This one had plenty of shade, and only one meal on the menu, which I thought was very nice. I had stewed beef and gravy with polenta, and it was very good. I took photos of and for an old pair of Swiss German factory workers on vacation. Beacause I had a late start, I did not start my ride up the actual pass until 6pm, but I made it up before night. At the top while eating at the restaraunt, I met my first Americans of the trip. A 21 year old frat student at the University of Washington traveling with his family, which was interesting. Afterwards, I bundled up again for a night descent of the pass and tried to find the youth hostel in the next town. There, there was a class of Swiss highschool students on a trip with their teachers, drinking heavily, which was pretty entertaining.
89km 188m of climbing, 661m or so of exiting, yet peaceful descent in the dark.
Day 7: Hospental (1447m) to Brienz (564m), through both the Furkapass (2429m) and the Grimsel Pass (2165m)
A fun day for the mountains, starting with the long and steady climb up the Furka's switchbacks then long straight road to the top. This time I decided to actually stop at on of the alpkäse houses. The barking dogs made an effective door bell. I asked in German for some cheese, and then realized that I had no cash on me (just 3CHF in coins), but the lady offered me two wedges of cheese for free, and it was very good. At the top of the pass, you have a perfect view of your next descent and climb up the Grimsel right after, which makes you wonder and hope for a road that just follows the sides of the mountains across the way. There were many tourists there to get a view of a glacier there, but I think that it has been melting for some time, so you could tell that it was not nearly as massive at is used to be. The climb up the Grimsel was only about 600m and soon it was over. The descent down towards Brienz started with little vegetation except grass and algae on every rock that was not washed clean by the occasional waterfall, creating a strange envronment where everything was either white, gray, green, or black, but it was nice for a while. There were a few tunnels through the rock on the way down, the first of which I forgot to turn my lights on for, creating a fun situation with a car behind me, but the driver noticed me in the very dim light. Soon the vegetation strongly resembeled that of the Cascades, only greener, I think. When I came to Brienz, which is on the lake of the same name, near the town of Interlaken, there was a youth hostel and at least three campings on the shore. I stayed at the one with laundry facilities, and slpet right by the water with a view of the stars.
78 km, 1388m of climbing mountain passes, 2273 m of descent
Day 8: Brienz (564m) to Thun (560m), the hilly way
This day was about enjoying the Interlaken region and the views here. Interlaken is a very tourist place because of the large, snowcapped mountains nearby, the Mönch, Jungfrau, and the Eiger, and the two lakes that surround it, giving it it's name. There is a train station that goes halfway up the Jungfrau, for 175CHF, and I though about going up anyways, for the "once in a lifetime views" of the mountains and glaciers. But, I stumbed upon a local Saturday market on the way, where I got some local tips about where other good views are. So instead I avoided the crowds of tourists (I heard it called "little Japan" more than once), and rode my bike 600m up to take the lift up to the Niederhorn (1950m) for only 35CHF round trip. I didn't feel like hiking down, as I had more riding to do that day. But there on the top, I had an excellent panaromic view of the area, with lake Thun below, the Eiger, etc, across the way over Interlaken, and to the north, a view of the flat "middle land" of Switzerland towards Bern and beyond. Clouds prevented me of getting a good photo of the big three mountains, but everything else was amazing. I took some time to relax, chat, and draw a quick landscape before heading back down, to ride my bike to Thun. I was on the high road above the north shore of Lake Thun, and had some more smaller climbs on the way to Thun, but a nice descent into the city. I had a plate of nachos in Thun that were OK, but made me miss the Mexican restaurants at home. Oh, and at one of the Swiss Army Knife shops in Interlaken, I bought a replacement set of toothpick and tweezers for my knife too.
69km, and maybe 800m of climbing.
Day 9: Thun (560m) to Bern (540m)
Woke up just in time! I had slept under the stars because there was nothing at the camping to tie my hammock to, except two trees that were on a plot for somebody's mobile home, and he got angry when I tried that, even though he had tents that were closer. So, I slept on the rain fly for my hammock, under a perfect sky of bright stars, counting satellites as they went by. 6 hours later, when I awoke, everything was cloudy. I rused to pack my things and was finished just as it started to rain. That morning I tried to find a photo shop so that I could put my photos on a DVD and free up my card for more, But I found nothing. So I rode to Bern, which was rather uneventful. Once there I deced to go see a movie, so I saw Die Hard 4.0 in English. Totally typical, cheesy action movie, but highly entertaining anyways. Then I went for some sightseeing afterwards. Old architecture, decorated fountains, and impressively decorated cathedrals, etc. Camped outside of town a few km.
33km, no climbing.
Day 10: Bern (540m) to Gampelen (429m)
Went back to Bern to spend a litlle more time there. Bought a charger for my iPod, because I missed my own music, and transfered my photos to DVD at a shop (20CHF, insane). More sightseeing then an uneventful ride to Lac de Neuchâtel, getting close to the French-German language divide (Röstigraben). Rösti is a swiss national dish of hashbrowns, and depending on the region, various additives including bacon and cheese. The Röstigraben, or 'rösti divide' is the name for this language border, becuase the French and German Swiss also cook rösti differently, the Germans with butter, and the French with oil. Both are tasty, in my opinion...
54km, no memorable climbs.
Day 11: Gampelen (429m) to Yverdon-les-Bains (429m)
Not much to remember on this ride, although I got lost once where there were no route signs to be found. Looking quickly at the map, I assumed that the road would closely follow the lake, but it was always a few km away. Eventually I was navigating a mess of forest roads, finally escaping and finding the line of route signs again. When I arrived at Yverdon-les-Bains, the thermal baths I read about in my guide were closed, so I looked forward to those in the morning. Ate at the kebab (middle eastern fast food joint), for a cheap but filling meal. When I was done eating, I walked out, saying "thank you," forgetting to pay since I'm used to paying first at places like that, but the guy caught me. Oops.
49km, little climbing.
Day 12: Yverdon-les-Bains (429m) to Mies (372m), near Geneva, the hilly way.
Was very dissappointed with the "thermal" baths at Yverdon... Water temp maxed out at 34°C, which was just merely warm at body temperature. It was basically a shallow swimming pool that smelled like 'rotten eggs' (sulfur) for 3 min while your nose adjusted, and not the soothing, hot tub that would relax my muscles like I had hoped for. Went back to the kebab place for another good deal, and to show my face again, then started to ride towards the Swiss national route 7, so that I would have been on part of each of the 9 routes. Litlle did I know that after riding upto and past the pretty Lac du Joux and then climbing the Col du Machairuz, I would be stuck in cow country for the longest 10+km of my life. Very boring. But everntuallythat was over, and that night I came to a long and fast descent that got me the heck out of there and back to civilization, down to Lake Geneva, with nice views of the twinkling lights of the lake cities. When I got to the lake, it was time to find a camping. My map showed one near Nyon, where I had reached the lake, but I could not find it, and eded up riding 10 more km towards Geneva to the next blue triangle on my map. At a scale of 1cm to 3km, those triangles probably mark an area of 1km square. After riding back and forth, wondering where the usual signs pointing towards campings are, I came across a 3 inch by 3 inch sign marking a restaraunt as a camping. Finally, at 1am or so in the morning, I could set up camp. I was very tired.
92km, 1497m of climbing, 1523m of descending relief.
Day 13: Mies (372m) to Geneva (372m)
Finally made it to Geneva. Rode around aimlessly, checked out some sights and gelato shops, and spent the night at the youth hostel. Walked into a room of guys (one of which I had already talked to before) and asked if they all wanted to go out for dinner, so we did. One Seattleite, one cool french guy, both my age, and a Brazillian couple from São Paulo. Some fun and interesting conversation that night, that like many others I have here make me want to travel even more. I met some UK tourists who were following the Tour de France as well, and they shared their maps with me so that I could make some concrete plans about watching the tour.
15km, no climbs.
Day 14. Geneva (372m) to Col de la Columbiere (1613m)
Last ride to the Tour de France! Headed ou of Switzerland for the final climb of stage 7 of le tour. It felt like a really short and easy day to get out there, and when I noticed taht I was hauling up a decent grade for a while early on, I kept going strong. I tried to keep up the same intense pace until the town of Bonneville, over 15km away, remembering that at about the same time the racers would be sprinting too. It was very hot, and that is a long effort, so eventually I blew up and had to stop for a few minutes to cool down. After a few minutes I kept going, although much more slowly, but still ahead of some of the other riders I had passed. I spent that night looking for a restroom and a supermarket to by food for my stay on the mountain apss. Using the new Euro currence made it a little more difficult to notice good deals, but I did alright shopping. It was finding a good toilette that was difficult. There were no toilette seats to be found, and I wanted to sit... I managed OK, but I'll spare you the rest of the horror stories until I get home. My impression of France went down a bit though...
After dark I began my ascent of the mountain apss, stopping aflway up at a small town where police were blocking traffic traying to go up the pass. This is where not being sy and the phrase "parlez-vous anglais" (or 'parlay voo onglay') saved the day. I asked an officer if he spoke englsih, and then who was allowed up the mountain. He told me that there was no camping allowed 2m within the road. After explaining that I had a hammock and could slieep in the trees, he let me by, and I sprintedu p the mountain. Until I got tired again, of course. I turned around then to hang out at that town, since I figured there wouldn't be much of a party up at the top if access was restricted, so I watched the fireworks there and enjoyed the music, a highschool band playing covers of famous rock songs, and the White Stripes. When I got bored I started climbing again, listening to the surprised people say "ooo, velo!" as I passed by. Some would cheer me on, and I would sprint a bit to put on a show. I was surprised at how few people were bike touring there (none so far) and how many RVs they were able to cram beside that mountain road. At the top was gorup of drunk french people singing songs and partying. I rode down about a km or so, I thought, and began to set up my hammock on the cliff side, easily 2m away from the road. After I finished that dangerous stunt, I ate some food on the side of the road. When the police came by to enforce the 2m rule, I shone my now dim bike head light on my hammock, and told them that I would bring my bike and rest of my things down as well. "OK, like this, that is fine." Awesome. I slept very well.
62km, 1241m of climbing.
Day 14: Tour de France, stage 7.
Woke up to paint cans rattling in the street. The last night I had seen people painting messages in the road, and was thanked for riding off road to avoid smearing the paoint. And now others were at it again in the morning. I would later learn that theses guys this morning were the jerks that plastered the word or name "ISASI" all over the place. Every meter on the road, on the hills, on the roads signs, everthing. I spent some time jus relaxing, laying in my hammock, and everyone walking by though I was crazy, which was fun. I took down my hammock, unlocked and pulled my bike down from up in the tree, repacked my things and begand to climb back up the mountain. At the top, things were still relatively calm, but there were definitley more people than the last night. After walking around lost and surrounded by french, I met a pair of Canadians wearing "Canada Rowing" t-shirts with loaded up touring rigs. I spent the rest of the day with them, hiking up the hills to eat lunch and enjoy the views, and plan where we would watch the race. We went down a litll past the 1km mark (which was right where I had slept!) to a curve in the road where we had a nice view of the road off in the distance, and a nice straight section to watch them approach and ride by. But, there was no shade there, and nothing to tie my rain tarp to, but we tried anyways. With over an hour to go before the race, I rode back up with my 3 liter camelback, and their water bottles to bring back some water.
It was madness at the top. The police were blocking 50m of the road at the top, letting nobody through, and all the metal barricades were very near the parked cars, creating very small aisles for the mass of spectators to cram through in single file. It was even harder if you had a bike to carry. One man tried lifting his bike over the rail and climb over, but an officer just picked it back up and put it on the other side again. After finally making it to a building, I discovered that they had no WC, so I had to get to the restaurant on the otherside. I ran 50m, carrying my bike cyclocross style to where the road was opened, crossed the road, and ran back through croweds of people on the hill side to the restaurant where there were long lines for both the toilettes and water. It all felt like a quest of it's own to get there. Once I had water, I met some people who were into my bike and my tour, so I talked with them a bit, thirsty friends waiting. Before I knew it, the pre-race parade, or "caravan," was rolling by! Oops. I rushed to both take pictures and worm my way down the hill though the crazy mass of spectators and vhicles of advertising throwing useless trinkets and junk (but sometimes candy) at the crowd. I was the only one trying to move down, rolling on my bike when safe, and walking past police officers. It was a fun little race, and my bike was glanced once by one of the cars, as there was little room.
When I got back my friends were happy to have water again, and we traded and shared loot, but there really wasn't anything of value, hats and pens wrapped in bubble wrap for throwing safety with advertisements on them, foam fingers that made good fans for some hot spectoators, newspapers in french (good for tp in a pinch, maybe?), very appreciated, but small water bottles, and even a small stuff sack for the rest of the junk. But it was a lot of fun to be there. After everything was quiet again, we waited for the race. The first signal was a group of fiver hilcopters flying high up towards the summit, but soon we saw two more that were clearly covering the race. A wasve of cars followed by a few motorcycles came around the corner, and we couldn't make out wheather there was aleacing bike in the milx . Afew minutes later a spread out line of bikes came, followed by a pelaton (group) of riders. After the motor brigade passed us, we were able to see the lead rider (not the polkadot jersey "king of the mountains") approach and ride by with a good lead. He was working hard, but seemed happy with where he was at. A few more solo riders came by, and then it was waves of cars carrying very expensive spaare bikes and wheels, and waves of riders in groups forming mini-peletons. Everyone cheered on every racer and many were taking photos (including me, of course). The best scene was a pair of energetic teens wearing CSC team jerseys. When some CSC riders finally came around this kid chased and shouted and cheered for his team, earning smiles from them all, and a thumbs up from the one in front. It was really great to see. But the race was all over soon, and the Canadians rode back up and off to the next town to watch the next stage in two days, and climb the famous Alp d'Huez (a staple of many Tours, but not this one) on the way.
Once I packed my things and climbed back to the top I was left with the choice of riding down further into the French side to join them, or ride back down towards Geneva, to relax and plan the next 6 weeks of my trip. I decided that 5 mountain passes was enough and that I could do the Alp d'Huez anyday, and descended towards Geneva to take a "holiday from holiday." The descent was a crazy mix of going slow and waiting for cars, and passing them on the turns, which was both dangerous and exciting (I'm lucky I sitll have my head...). The ride back to Geneva took more time than the last, since I wasn't sprinting until I thought that the hostel receptioni would close soon. But it didn't matter, they were full anyways. I hung out there for a bit to meet some more people, and joined a large group for dinner. Late that night I made my way to the camping 7km outside of town.
75km, 400m of climbing, but at least 1241m of exciting descent.
So, I have spent the last few days relaxing, enjoying the weather, swimming and meeting people here in Geneva. I still have no plans for my last 5 weeks, but maybe before long I will feel willing to ride though France (horrible toilettes aside) and Spain to my final destination of Madrid, Spain, from where I am flying home August 31st. Although, if it is in my budget, a cheap flight to a crazier country in Europe and back would be fun, beacuase although there are many differences between the US and Switzerland, behind the mostly superficial ones, much is the same.
the dreaded ben
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:54 am
Grumpy GreebJoined: 20 Aug 2005Posts: 5329Location: flavor country
longest post ever.
Remington
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:04 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
the dreaded ben wrote:
longest post ever.
Fuck yeah.
zuvembi
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:15 am
Joined: 24 Jul 2005Posts: 942Location: Little Addis Ababa
Remington wrote:
Although, if it is in my budget, a cheap flight to a crazier country in Europe and back would be fun, beacuase although there are many differences between the US and Switzerland, behind the mostly superficial ones, much is the same.
"Risk of enteric myiasis: intestinal larval infection. Piophila casei larvae can pass through the stomach alive (human stomach acids do not usually kill them) and take up residency for some period of time in the intestines, where they can cause serious lesions as they attempt to bore through the intestinal walls. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and bloody diarrhea."
awesome!
joeball
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:36 am
Joined: 24 Jul 2005Posts: 6037Location: Ether
maybe that is what derrick ate
zuvembi
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:48 am
Joined: 24 Jul 2005Posts: 942Location: Little Addis Ababa
"Risk of enteric myiasis: intestinal larval infection. Piophila casei larvae can pass through the stomach alive (human stomach acids do not usually kill them) and take up residency for some period of time in the intestines, where they can cause serious lesions as they attempt to bore through the intestinal walls. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and bloody diarrhea."
awesome!
This is the best part in my opinion:
Quote:
The larvae themselves appear as translucent white worms, about 8 mm (1/3 inch) long. When disturbed, the larvae can jump for distances up to 15 cm (6 inches), prompting recommendations of eye protection for those eating the cheese. Some people clear the larvae from the cheese before consuming; others do not.
_________________ When the revolution comes, we're going to need a longer wall
Remington
Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:12 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
lantius wrote:
"Risk of enteric myiasis: intestinal larval infection. Piophila casei larvae can pass through the stomach alive (human stomach acids do not usually kill them) and take up residency for some period of time in the intestines, where they can cause serious lesions as they attempt to bore through the intestinal walls. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and bloody diarrhea."
awesome!
I'm sure it'd be alright if I chewed it enough...
Remington
Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 11:10 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
Photos (http://www.flickr.com/photos/remicles/) from my Swiss tour are now up. Captions may pour in slowly, but for now I'll be getting ready to ride through France starting tomorrow. Geneva to Lyon, then straight south to the coast.
MikeOD
Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:59 pm
Joined: 04 Feb 2006Posts: 545
Great photos rem, looks like a great trip. But I think you overlooked the best photo for your new avatar. How could you miss it?
Remington
Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:35 am
Joined: 23 Jan 2006Posts: 457Location: Remington Country
MikeOD wrote:
Great photos rem, looks like a great trip. But I think you overlooked the best photo for your new avatar. How could you miss it?
Good point, but for some reason I'm a fan of signs and symbols for bikes, and I thought this one was crazy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 12:53 pm
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Remington wrote:
MikeOD wrote:
Great photos rem, looks like a great trip. But I think you overlooked the best photo for your new avatar. How could you miss it?
Good point, but for some reason I'm a fan of signs and symbols for bikes, and I thought this one was crazy.
I'm completely kidding of course. Obviously the sign prevented you from riding over the cliff?
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MikeOD wrote:
I'm completely kidding of course. Obviously the sign prevented you from riding over the cliff?
No way, I'm here for the adventure. The sign just let me know when to jump head first.
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