The summer’s flown by quickly.
There weren’t as many biking days or soccer sessions as I’d have liked. But great food, and some great times with old friends.
Driving up to University tomorrow morning.
I need to find some sticky tack for all the posters and pictures!
All the fun, photography stuff starts around the 13th though.
And this website finally comes out of beta phase.
Okay awesome.
Bike Racks, originally uploaded by asadc.
I’ve never been much of a biker.
I remember the first bike I ever rode.
The first bike I learned to bike on.
I don’t remember all the times that I fell though.
It was a green bike.
One that my dad and I later spray painted black.
This was maybe 12 years ago.
.. and that was that.
Until last summer when I rediscovered biking with a buddy of mine.
We did a LOT of road biking, on our mountain bikes.
Intense business.
It seems that I’ve spent most of my life between these “sticks” trying to keep the ball out. As of late, I’ve spent most of the time in front of them trying to get the ball in.
Every summer, a couple of my old friends from middle school and high school get together and have a go at it.
This particular field is the one outside my middle school.
The field isn’t too grassy, which was particularly terrible on the day after rains. But boy oh boy, did we have some great times out here.
The Universe is awesome.
And on more than one occasion I’ve felt that the Universe conspires on my behalf.
Which is rather nice.
Today, I’d made an appointment to meet a close friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for more than two years.
He moved to India, the same time I moved to Saudi Arabia.
We never really met in subsequent years, in India or Canada.
We’re headed to the same university though (which should be awesome).
I ended up not seeing my friend today due to weather mishaps and other modifications to my schedule.
But as I headed to our rendezvous point (two hours late, I might add) I met more than a handful of people from my former high school and middle school.
Coincidence? I think not.
Lots of noise in this picture.
No spoilers don’t worry.
But I think Nolan is a genius.
I can’t recall any film (besides Bladerunner) which was THIS good.
Must watch it again.
Now that I’m finally back home in North America and have internet full-time I can report on some of my adventures in India.
On a particular day, I was headed to the railway station with one of my cousins to pick up his brother.
Now this particular cousin of mine is a few months older than me, was driving without a driver’s license in the capital of India.
Side note: I have yet to meet someone who has obtained their driver’s license in India legally. In fact it is more convenient to have a driver’s license illegally than it is using the conventional means as a law abiding citizen.
We were pulled over by the Traffic Police. It was just one person, and he asked for a 1000 Rupees or else our car would be reported. (after which it costs significantly more to “free” your car.) We didn’t have a 1000 Rupees with us.
Thankfully, like a lot of the stores in India the “price” was negotiable and brought down to 500.
Every society has corruption and flaws but as one author said, “What’s amazing about corruption in India, is how well it works.”
Biking days are back again.
It is great to be back home in Canada.
I love everything about it.
By comparison to Saudi Arabia and India, the weather here is superb.
I’ve met up with a few friends.
Just today I was off biking and almost got run over by a driver in one of those “pimped out” cars. He yelled something at me too, but thankfully the sound of his engine blocked out whatever he was saying.
Biker friendly towns are a rarity. Austin and Ottawa would be great places to explore with a bike.
Tim Horton also serves as an excellent reminder to exactly where in the world I am and how great the hot chocolate is.
An excellent playground for another terrific summer.
I had a chance to fly business class two days ago, when I was returning home to Canada from halfway across the globe.
Flying business class has a lot of perks.
More leg space for starters, better service.
But best of all, there’s the lounge in Amsterdam with wifi and all sorts of comfortable amenities.
I’m Currently sitting in the KLM lounge @ the Schipol Airport in Amsterdam. I must confess it is rather hard to type on this cell, so I’ll continue this entry later.
Time to sleep for a bit.
Here is a picture of the airport in Dammam.
I was struggling with humidity, but more on that later.
