Wat a cracka

The last time i tried to write this post it deleted itself and my firey red head got the better of me so i said "silly computer" and walked away(my mother know thats not what i would have said). Over the last 2 weeks Peter and i had the pleasent company of about 6-7 Irish lads. These boys were fantastic and left me with 2 things, a snotty dribbly nose (cheer boys) and a void in my heart that only there pirate like accents could fill. There stay would have to be one of the highlights of our trip though few were lucky not to sustain a blow to the head from my shoe if i had of thrown it at 5am in the morning when they got home from the previous night. Pete and i had the weekend off because there were no races but going on epic day trips to switzerland with Bella, Stevo and Wallace was much better, even though stevo managed 4 or was it 5 punctures, he asked for it when he made fun of my puncture repair kit before we set off. Our evenings were filled with swimming mostely as we managed to head up to Lake Montriond each night after a hard days riding(haha i make this sound hard). They even managed to get Pete and i out to town and give us days off as our heads hurt way too much to do anything. But i did win 6 games of pool in a row against them, i know if one being rigged though so who knows about the other 4(sorry turkey im pretty sure i won that one, but he had one amazing shot where he potted a ball). It was sad to see them go but rather amazing to see the kitchen bench top again, i thought it was gone forever. I definitally want to see them again so hopefully sooner than never.