Vroooooom

No one can say today was in the slightest way boring. My mother's sister's husband (Peter Rödiger check the site!) thought it was time he took me on an adventure, just me and him. So i got suited up shortly in Gangster atire, mask, glasses, 3 tonne leather jacket, and a scarf...What could be deadlier?

Yes! That's me! In my wonderful outfit, fit for Triking through Angel Valley. Of course the gloves were annoying cause they never go on enough, there's always this big gap at the end of the fingers...meh.

Why all the face protection? Well all you oxyphobic carlovers would not know what happens were there not a windscreen. Flies.

Yes, those dumb, small brained winged pests are everywhere, and unless you wish for an early dinner, it's advisable to wear a scarf around your mouth and nose, glasses, and a helmet. Because going at 80 miles an hour doesn't provide you enough time to use your superb agilities to dodge, weave and evade those damn black dots.
With all this protection you still feel the damn specs hit you, but they dont splat on your face...this comes in handy when driving up a dangerous ravine.

Although i do feel sorry for my ears...they were very red when i took off the helmed, constant battering when i had to push my glasses back up to stop them from falling off...

Highlights
Well this was indeed an adventure for me, so what would my highlight be? Oh yes.
Before entering Engelberg, you have to travel up a windy, foresty, cliffy road leading through the valley, ever gaining altitude. It was here my Uncle decided to rev up the machine and attempt to go the whole way at 140 kilometers an hour. Needless to say i was LOVING this, although those cars were getting a littletoo close.

Only one thing left to be said...

Catch me if you can!!

Forest Wandering

Above: A picture by my mother of me pointing at the pinnacle of Brunni (pronounced Br-ooooo-nee).

Yesterday I and my Aging mother decided to have another alpine adventure. The last being the expedition down an ice-covered Brunni.

We set off early, and got a one way ticket up to Gerschnialp, and met an English friend up there, Martin I believe his name was. He directly informed us, in order to get down via foot, you have to turn LEFT...so naturally we went right, down the all-too familiar Trotti Bike path.

Wandering down there for several minutes, we found a sign labled 'WANDERUNG', or something to the effect. We (being my mother) decided it looks perfectly nice, and decided to rampage on down the path.

Definition of PATH:
'a way especially designed for a particular use'

Oh there indeed WAS a use for this path...to kill innocent wanderers.
This 'nice cosy woodland path' turned out to be as treacherous as abseiling down a glacier. The steps consisted of logs with the nails holding it in place lying unused beside it, roots sprawling over the route. Hell I'm sure we had to absale down path of it.

My mother trailed behind me for most of the forest journey, as it seemed sense to kill the youngest first, because there would be a more chance I’d be able to get up from a fall. She kept insisting I use one of those useless Leki poles, which all I use them for are as batons and greenery-swipers.
Pha! Who needs them! Me and my Gripless non-walking trainers work perfectly...

Phah...

Keyboards

Well this is infact my first published post while in Switzerland, but dont be under the impression i've abandoned you. For i hate German... This entire computer is wrong!! All wrong!!

















Look at it!! Does anything seem wrong here? It's all wrong. The Y and Z are in the wrong places, different Shift+ keys are misplaced...

I mean for instance i now have to think when typing...which is just...weird now.

I did infact have a post before this which included ALOT more, but due to the German on the computer, i misread everything and pressed the button on the screen saying delete, when i thought it said publish...kind of stupid really, but here goes for a rewrite...

The journey from Calais to Switzerland was long, monotonous, and tiring. Of course me having to stay awake long enough to rescue my mother in strasbourg, thus leading her to Basel, was compulsary.
Since neither France nor Germany has been at war with Switzerland, they havn't had the courtesy to add sign posts pointing towards it for their troops. Therefore the only indirect way to find the mountainous country is to follow the signs to OFFENBURG. Only upon reaching Offenburg do you find any mention of Switzerland (Basel)

And it turns out England didn't want to leave us, so the black clouds followed...and followed...and followed, until the heavens opened, every half hour on us, all the way to Engelberg....

Predictable...right?

On Your Marks...Set...Drive!

And we're off! Just about... First my mother and I are off to annoy one of my siblings! (hah! Didn't think you would get out of being mentioned Andrew!)

Yes. Before we attempt the verticle cliff leading into Switzerland we're going to restock and lodge in Kent at my brother and sister-in-law's comfy house. And once we're kicked out we'll rocket south.

It is there we intent on two possible options. If we're on time, we'll roar onto the big bulky mechanical ferry, if not we row...or just drive through what the Americans think is a river."Gee wiz! This be a big rivah!"

Aaannyway. Car is packed...a bit too much. Food is nearly made.


The House has been steralized, which i find just disgusting! It's not recognisable as home of a Langdon child! Phah! I'd share an incident when moving a 'nameless' piece of furnature that went wrong and resulted in skinning my thumb but a 'faceless' person does not know that it has been broken...I'll tell later ^^

Let's hope my iPod survives this time...

Back to New Zealand

Aaaaand She's gone.

Yes, after three work weeks, my sister, who returned for my father's funeral on the 18th of July, has set off back to her new homeland of Kiwi-ville. After (another) teary farewell, she left my mother's embrace and set off into the unknown prospect of a fully booked airplane.

What's more, as myself and my mother were driving home (on the M40, the M1 was unbelievable!), we got a text message from Diana announcing her Geography Head from Kings was onboard...
That must have been interesting.

Well I wish her luck, and a quick recovery from Jet Lag, a 27 hour flight is not really all that desirable.

Oh and she's been given strict orders by my mother to smuggle back bilton into England (which she WILL do.)



And now the house is pretty much void of all life. Just myself and my mother residing here now, and I happen to eves drop on a conversation between my mother about what would happen if she were to kick the bucket...
Not the most desirable of all conversations to overhear, particularly if it involves kicking me out of the house to live with some long family friends, renting out my inherited property and splitting the earnings three-way...
Atrocious...

In Loving Memory

I make this Individual (yet very late) Post in memory of my Beloved Father, Geoff Langdon (Never Geoffrey Leonard Langdon!). Who died on the anniversary of the London Bombings (nice timing...).

Everyone who knew him will miss him and his handiwork about the house, workplace, and gardens.

He shall be sorely missed by all his friends and family.

Statistics

Well..As of tomorrow, I will have finally finished all this 'worrying' I am doing about my Mathematics. Tomorrow is the final Maths exam, the long and winded Statistics.
Why did I choose to study stats? *shrugs* not entirly sure. Maybe it was because it's more useful than mechanics... *listens carefully for the large outroar*

Anywho. I'd say "Back to Revision" but we know all I would do is sleep so... I'm off for a nap.
Wish me luck for Tomorrow.

First Post

Current Mood: Meh
Listening To: Nightwish - Kinslayer

Well...This is the first time I've been determined to use a blog and keep it Updated. Quite a challenge I know...but it must be done.

I felt like, as my sister said, "enlightening the world with my musings!". I am currently reviving myself with a large drink of water from the Mathematics C2 exam i had today. It was suprisingly easy compared to those ridiculous Soloman Press ones.

So why the blog? To keep myself preoccupied really, since on my revision timetable i have given myself frequent free time and my parents don't want to see me gaming through all of it *glares*

But anywho, I'll post back later with more updates and other nonsensicle ideas which pop into my mind. Until then, Happy Viewing!