Yesterday I took myself off south-west on a journey I have had far too much time to do before now yet have never done so. Dahlem Museen has one of the wonders of Central Asia, depending on how one looks at … Continue reading
After the excitement of Vienna, I was thinking of ways to use the things I’ve trained in somewhat more productively. Which of course led me to spend a couple of days coding and quite a few more writing (which was … Continue reading
Not even back from Vienna, assaulting the downstairs door with suitcases and keys when it turns out there’s a package for Dasniya in the Uferhallen office. A big package. From Japan. From Arisue. Ohhhh! New ropes! Many! And for me … Continue reading
Once again at La Raffinerie. It’s been a year since the last time I saw the beautiful Régis, who has again opened Charleroi Danses’ studios for Dasniya and me. Back in the Loft, hanging rings and ropes, yoga mats and … Continue reading
Dasniya and I had technical rehearsing today, also a short chat about the limits of blog. Just to ensure advance disappointment, I won’t be showing any photos or video here. Later, yes; now, no.
New ropes! Seven of them; they smell of kerosene and are about twice the diameter of my old ones, which have lasted me rather well over two years. This time from Arisue Go instead of Osada Steve, as I quite liked … Continue reading
This is one that fell into my reading list in a couple of disparate but connected ways. The first, or rather more direct, being the author James Palmer, is also responsible for Heaven Cracks, Earth Shakes: The Tangshan Earthquake and the … Continue reading
Hours of suspension, sun and blue sky and freezing outside, chai tea by the tureen, leek, potato, grünkern soup (with special additions from Régis) … ropes and talking and hanging ourselves up, lowering ourselves off, warming up fingers and bones … Continue reading
Sunday, Thomas’ last day in Berlin, and post-breakfast a soup was prepared. By 1 o’clock, up-and-down stairs was occurring, on our way to the Alte Kantine for an afternoon and evening of Shibari and self-suspension. With only five rings (until we … Continue reading
Some weeks ago, Dasniya and I were climbing with Rui. The sky blackened and we fled the short distance to his roof-top apartment, a view across wasteland to Potsdamer Platz while the front dragged its torrential wetness from the south-east. … Continue reading