Running with the ravens... again (a politically correct version)


[political corrections are displayed in bold to distinguish from the original post]  I went for an early run this morning. Chose the track overlooking the nearby hotel, that suited me for several reasons today. Found a free parking place (not ever an easy task in this town), and saw a queue of city buses parked near the hotel. I saw them yesterday too, but didn't think much about the possible reason why they might be here. But the 2nd day in a row... there must be a sporting event in town, I thought, and the buses are used as a shuttle service for the participants to take them from the hotel to the sporting arena. At this moment, a group of athletes appeared and started boarding the bus. They were wearing pink, white and turquoise on their sport suits, so I thought they had to be from Hungria or Burglary, or maybe Hitally. I didn't bother to cross the street and ask them about the occassion, since I was getting ready for the training myself.

Auld Lang Syne

37 Auld Lang Syne
37 Auld Lang Syne (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If you've read my previous blog post recently, forget about it! Read the next one, it is politically correct. Here's why.
After having written about my encounter from the previous post, I wanted to try to keep in touch with my 30-second acquaintance. No better way to do it than to use the Fakebook (a social networking site). Without much trouble, I found the fan page of the Soreland Organization of Boxing (SOB). By posting my story on their wall, I intended not only to keep in touch with those folks I met, but also to contribute to the quality and diversity of the contents of their page by adding something that might remind someone of the few nice days spent in my country, Smallbia. And so I did.


Running with the ravens... or ...the girl with the golden hair


I went for an early run this morning. Chose the track overlooking the nearby hotel, that suited me for several reasons today. Found a free parking place (not ever an easy task in this town), and saw a queue of city buses parked near the hotel. I saw them yesterday too, but didn't think much about the possible reason why they might be here. But the 2nd day in a row... there must be a sporting event in town, I thought, and the buses are used as a shuttle service for the participants to take them from the hotel to the sporting arena. At this moment, a group of athletes appeared and started boarding the bus. They were wearing green, white and red on their sport suits, so I thought they had to be from Hungary or Bulgaria. I didn't bother to cross the street and ask them about the occassion, since I was getting ready for the training myself.