The giant Airbus 380 flying from SFO to CDG |
With a more demanding work schedule I wasn't really able to train properly for this trip. Two years ago I was routinely taking long rides to Santa Cruz, but this time most of my training was in the form of my commute. That's not too bad; it's 27 miles, and included either Mt. Eden and Pierce, or more recently Redwood Gulch, all with a loaded bag weighing me down. So that's something.
Waiting in CDG for the flight to LYS |
The packing list from the previous trip is only slightly updated for this one. I'm using literally the same Topeak bag, the one I used two years ago and on my everyday commute. I don't think they sell it anymore, which is a shame -- it's very flexible. I'm typing this on the same notebook computer I brought two years ago, which has seen little use since then. A Chromebook might have been a good alternative, but I want to run a little software I've written, so a Linux machine is a must.
Two years ago I packed one pair of pants and one polo-style shirt for dinner. I found that constraining, so this time I packed one long pair of pants, a pair of shorts, and a button-down shirt. I bought all these special for the trip, looking for clothes that were physically light and resistant to wrinkles. It turns out the secret word is: Golf pants. Looks arguably acceptable, completely unnatural fibers, perfect for my purpose.
My view from the hotel restaurant's patio. |
The start of the trip has been nearly perfect. The flights, while long, were on time. As it turns out the Lyon airport isn't all that close to Lyon, as my taxi bill attests. It's only slightly farther to Grenoble, so I could have started and finished there. But no complaints so far.
The first dinner was Guinea Fowl on a bed of mashed potatoes, eaten outside overlooking the Saone.
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