Relief

No one round here seems to care if you strip off and jump into a public fountain.



Wonder how they feel about little boys peeing in them?

Lake

First dip in the lake.
Pretty cold still.



But that didn't deter the boy from getting his tackle in.
If you look closely below you'll see a very white little bum.

Pimped ride

My name is Max and this is my ride.

Carouge Braderie

This is what happens when you move to a new place and only sort of speak the language: we stepped out this morning to go to the fruit and veg market and bang, we were in the middle of the Carouge Braderie. We had no idea that the biggest annual event was taking place today... Once a year they have what's like a massive garage sale throughout the whole town. People spill into the streets and squares with their wares (nice play of words there) and sell whatever it is they don't need any more. Some stalls were proper professional antiques and fleemarkety type things. A lot of them were just locals who pitched up, put down a rug and laid out their stuff. There was some impressive organisational laying out of things (all dinosaurs in one bag, lego in another) or outright total mess. We picked up the most random toys for Max: a massive truck where he can store his smaller cars - a world of fun! - small cars - motorbikes etc. We had an absolute ball. Max must have thought his new home has just turned into heaven with toys splattered all over the place - he did of course not realise that we frantically went after him paying off all the sellers for whichever toy he'd just run off with... The most impressive bargain was picked up by Rick, although if he'd known what would happen I'm not sure he would have bought it. A ski helmet and goggles for next season. Max refused to take it off for ages and we had to walk through Carouge with him wearing it. I suffered another almost bout of incontinence I laughed so much. Rick tells me that this is what "disabled" children in England are wearing to prevent them from hitting their heads. No one here would have mistaken him for that as we don't do that here. But the looks and laughs were priceless.

Inspecting the wares...

Gipsy garage sale Swiss style.

Helmet man.

He did take the helmet off after a while - not the goggles though - and continued pushing his new flame truck through the roads of Carouge. Noice.

Well that was not Michael Baulderstone, that was Max.

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20100504/twl-spiderman-arrests-alleged-thief-in-a-41f21e0.html

Wet Weekend

As this blog isn't entirely about Max, I thought I'd post some pictures from last weekend in Nendaz.

Trouble is, the weather was pretty moody so I haven't got any decent pictures to post.

This was the view from the balcony straight up the mountain. The trouble with this shot is the lack of mountain.


When the cloud did clear, on the right hand side of the balcony, you could see the bottom of the piste and the sad remains of the snow.


The lifts have all stopped and the tourists have all gone home. All you could hear was birds singing and rivers flowing down the mountain. All you could smell was wet pines in the forest and fires burning in local's houses. It was brilliant.

The only other pictures I took this weekend were when we got home and I sat on the balcony with a glass of wine and a slab of chocolate. And a twig, for some reason.



BORING... I know. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be more silly pictures of Max up soon.

Ciao for now yada yada,

R

Abusing his powers

With his newly discovered powers, a young Spiderman scales the kitchen cupboards to rescue the breadsticks.

Unfortunately for the sticks, hunger got the better of the super hero and he thought they'd be safer in his spidey stomach.