Going downhill fast...

Well... life continues as normal. I am a bit older, a bit wiser and a bit warmer.

I have been to Whistler and discovered that skiing is much like riding a bike. And I don't just mean that you don't forget how to do either, I mean also that you need a certain level of co-ordination to avoid falling into large bodies of water. A degree of co-ordination, that I, sadly, do not possess. Skiing is also a bit like sado-massacism (so they tell me, so they tell me...), in that you are going through intense levels of pain in order to receive that rush of oh so passing pleasure. Trying to get out of bed the next day was a bit like trying to rub your nose with your inner thigh - difficult, fairly painful and somewhat pointless.

But, and this a big but people, I did cut a dashing figure on the snowy slopes, having gone in search of a pair of ski pants the previous day. As it is coming up to the end of the season here, I was cajooled into buying a wonderous pair of red, brown and yellow numbers worked over with a peacock feather pattern. I am going to take them clubbing next time... I am sure that the sheer garishness of the garments will leaves the local females standing like a proverbial deer in the headlights - or at the very least distract them from my hair (which at the moment is rather large - haircut is on the list, people. )

My birthday itself was rather good - talked to all the fam, and was blessed with many unexpected gifts. I tell you, my mother has an unsettlingly good idea of my taste in clothing. A night of Poker variants was had at the lovely Casa de la Jade, in which, despite a promising start, I quickly got bored and began to do stupid things, like betting more money than was actually in my posession. If anyone wants to take me on as a funds manager, give me a yell.

What else, what else. This week has seen a vist by the one, the only Ms. Ali and Ms. Anna (well, technically that is two people and therefore not the one and only, but you get the idea. Stop being so picky!). We have had a good weekend together consisting primarily of eating and drinking. So unlike us!

All else is well. Another Whistler trip this weekend to celebrate my nameday. I do so love the month of March.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy

South of the Border.

Still no news on the camera front, although for the last 2 weeks I have had the sheer joy of having access to Ali's camera, which has allowed for a veritable festooning of new photo goodies to all sides of the World Wide Web. Have a look at my flickr site when and if the urge takes you.

But yes, we have been as 'baja' as one can be in Baja California. Well, not really as we only made it a bit more than half way down the pennisula, but I was talking about the Baja spirit!!! C'mon even a jived out square like you can surely remember what it was like to be young and funky. As I clearly am.

Seriously though, Baja Carlifornia has been great. Wonderful desert, very pretty bays and an endless horizon cannot help but make good road trip fare. It has however, and I do need to say this, been a little tinsy bit freezing. Oh yes, Mexico has not put on palm trees, beers with citrus tidbits escaping from every angle or bikinied Mexican lasses dallying on sandy shores. Rather we have been treated to single digit temperatures, snow in the higher altitudes and general all round 'Could you please give me a hand, because I believe your chiuaua is frozen to my left thigh' kind of discomfort.

Still it has been a good mid stop - nice mix of latin and north american culture... and 
I damn tootingly sure that it will be somewhat colder on my arrival in Canada, which
 happens in a few days now. In fact the  whole ambience has sometimes been more 
akin to a zoo in which to watch the cute and amazing behaviour of United States retirees in their natural habitat, than a real part of the
 Mexican nation. 

And in no way did we break the car. 

Rock and Roll 

Paddy.