700m swim, 16 mile bike ride, 3.1 mile run.

The swim: totally defeated, fear of drowning, embarassment of starting with 20-24 age group and finishing with the 30+


The bike: not bad, 16 mph average, tough hills, fast declines.


The run: totally rocked it, finished 5/19 in my group.


Overall: 1h:59min, not a quick one, well below average -_-" Kinda sucks really, but still an experience. I know now what I need to do.... Learn how to swim!

The Big Easy, home of the Saints (and Drew Brees), birthplace of Jazz ol "Satchmo" Louis Armstrong... N'awlins.
Heard of it in the news, seen it on TV, listened to its music in junior high school, and I finally got to go.

Everything's just so laid back here, everybody knows how to take things sloooooww and easy. May not be the cleanest city, or the most developed, but it's one of the friendliest and most fun. You can find great Po'boy sandwiches in the middle of a rundown neighborhood, battered by Katrina. Hear Dixie Land Jazz in Preservation Hall over incomprehensible creole talk. And pretty much do and find whatever the hell you want on Bourbon Street (flashing tits, female impersonators, strip clubs, and drinking on the streets included).

And talk about food and the obssesion with it. From the simple and legendary beignets and chicory cafe au lait in Cafe du Monde to John Besh's August tasting menus. Everything is tasty, delicious, and has a hint of French and Acadian flavours in it.

Ah New Orleans, loved it...


French Quarter


Beignets and cafe au lait @ Cafe du Monde


French Market - feels more like an asian retail market.



Roastbeef Po'boy and the friendly staff at Parkway Cafe


Bourbon Street and the "supposed" haunted cathedral

I wanna live alone in the desert,
I wanna be like Georgia o'Keefe.
I wanna live on the upper east side,
and never go down in the street.

Splendid isolation...
I don't need noone.

Don't want to wake up with noone beside me.
Don't want to take up nobody new.
Don't want nobody come and bother without calling first.
Don't want nothing to do with you.

I put a tinfoil up on the windows.
Lying down in the dark to dream.
I don't want to see their faces,
I don't want to hear them scream.



Splendid isolation...