I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my biiiiike

 Lately the adventurer in me has been shouting for some attention so I decided to do something interesting and different this weekend. I found a great deal for a cycling tour of Belfast and off we went all enthusiastic and excited (some more than others). I hadn’t been on a bicycle for a long time but it all came back very fast – it was like riding a bike :D

Now imagine the following picture: six people on bikes following our guide like a flock of small geese following their momma. The third little goose (me, me, me!!!) with a huge smile on its face and shouting from time to time: “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Yeeeeeeeyyy!!! Yooohooooooooooooo!!!” The time when I wasn’t smiling I was panting heavily with my tongue sticking out from my mouth, cheating by pushing my bike up a hill (a huuuuge one!), fighting off unwelcome flies from flying in my face/mouth/ear and brushing off the sweat.

You know, they say that when you go back to your parents’ house you turn into a child again behaving like a teenager but for me I think this happens when I get on a bike. Go figure!