Posted in English

Loch Ness Hot Mess

Boring English Post today. Tugaposting will resume shortly.

This post is going live on Saturday when I’ll be in Inverness. That’s further north in Britain than I’ve ever been before so I am very excited. I’m doing the Loch Ness Marathon and I am getting sponsored for a homeless charity called Cyrenians. We’ve probably all noticed there’s been a rise of homelessness as a result of a few different social trends coming together in the last few years. It takes me back to the early nineties when I used to work in a night shelter in King’s Cross. We had a few good years in between, when things seemed to be getting better, but it’s all gone sour again and it’s disappointing too see.

Anyway, as you probably know, giving money direct to homeless people can sometimes be a bit problematic, but giving to an organisation that provides services is a good way of really helping in sustainable, observable ways, and that’s why I chose this charity.

So, if you’d like to help out and help me meet the (ahem) slightly ambitious target I have pledged to meet, here is the page! Contributors get access to the selfies I am planning to take with the monster if I am lucky enough to meet him. Thanks in advance!

Posted in Portuguese

Cem Quilómetros Numa Bicla

Here are a couple of short texts written on the aftermath of my recent overnight sponsored cycle ride, when I was feeling completely Entramelado Thanks to Cataphract for the help.

Part 1

Ciclistas na cidade

Fiz um treino ontem*: andei de bicicleta durante 8 horas. Comecei às 23h e cheguei a meta às 7 desta manhã. Cem quilómetros, sobrinhos! O evento chama-se “Nightrider” (hum… Ciclista noturno?) Gostei imenso, mas as minhas pernas estão tão cansadas e quanto às minhas nádegas… Tanta dor!

Depois do evento, a empresa ofereceu uma sanduíche de fiambre mas foi nojenta. “Que se lixe” pensei eu, atirando-a para o lixo. Fui à procura de algo mais agradável.

*It was Saturday to Friday really but I wrote the original text a few days ago

Part 2

Some guy in a cycling helmet
See what I mean?

Às vezes, quando tomei parte em corridas, os anfitriões arranjam uma empresa fotográfica para tirar fotos oficiais para que os participantes possam comprar fotos do seu momento de glória. Os organizadores da maratona de ciclismo de há uns dias fizeram a mesma coisa mas nos estávamos todos vestidos de capacete e ninguém parece bonito numa coisa dessas. Duvido que vendam muitas.