SUPPOSING SUPPOSING THREE MEN WERE FROZEN 2 DIED HOW MANY WERE
LEFT?
If a man is at the bottom of the cliff and he is dead and he
has half of a match in his hand. How did he die?
The day before yesterday, Chris was 7 years old. Next year,
she'll turn 10. How is this possible?
A ship is sailing in the Atlantic ocean ... it sinks and every
single person dies.....how is that possible?
There was a train going along the track and a car coming along
the road at a right angle to the train. They were both going at exactly the same
speed and would have crashed in the middle where they met. Why didn't
they?
If a man is trapped in a room. There are no doors no windows
how did he get out?
What happens only in the middle of each month, in all of the
seasons, except
summer and happens only in the night, never in the day?
The Eiger (3,970 m (13,025 ft)) is a mountain in the Bernese Alps in Switzerland
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
5 Lastest news on Mr Turner's Journey
The Great Ocean and The Road
One thing we love about being on the bike is spending time on the back roads in the towns tourists never stop at, eating lunch by overlooked spots of tranquility. Heading towards the Great Ocean Road was a chance to enjoy some quieter riding.
Riding quiet roads has also meant finding some lovely little camping spots. While we do enjoy the cycling, we joyfully anticipate setting up camp at the end of the day. Not really knowing where we will sleep each night, I know gives Kat some emotional discomfort, but when we find somewhere, unload our bags, face the tent to the best view and put a brew on we both get a little buzz. Once we have cooked – rain or shine, caravan park, secluded river bank or behind a public toilet – we get inside our tent, zip it up, and it’s home.
Deciding not to go to Melbourne as we find cycling in and out of cities rather stressful, we followed the coast and had the luxury of a couple of short ferry rides. It was a nice little break from the weather.
Before we could adventure along the Great Ocean Road, we were forced to have a little break in Anglesea while Hooch had yet another wheel built. My old boss, Douglas, came to the rescue sending us the bits we needed from Sydney. Meanwhile we made the best of our time off chasing kangaroos.
As well as meeting the local wildlife, we meet some lovely, helpful folk on the camp site. Jess who worked at the campsite couldn’t do enough for us. She put us in touch with a cycle mechanic, took our wheel to the nearest town and even dropped the fixed wheel back to us on her day off. Thanks for getting us back on the road again! If you visit Anglesea – stay at the friendly Big 4 campground.
A few days off gave us time to face another little niggle. Back in New Zealand, you may recall that we had a slight misunderstanding with a rail track. While I had rolled unharmed across the road, Kat had hurt her knee. After a few days off, we were back on the road and Kat was soon cycling at full steam again. It wasn’t until Sydney that Kat admitted that although she could cycle, she found it very painful to put pressure on her knee and to touch it, it felt different from the other one. Kat again played it down because she was worried if she saw a doctor she may find out that she had something seriously wrong with it. I of course wanted to believe there was nothing wrong – I had been the cause of the injury.
Anyway, we finally decided that it was better to know. I had kept concerns about the bike a secret and Kat had kept her knee to herself. The bike had now broken (as I thought it might) and we ignoring Kat’s knee could result in the same outcome. Judgement came quickly. As soon as we mentioned the problem to Jess we were driven to the doctor who saw us straight away.
The doctor, who stripped Kat down and bent her legs in all directions, made a few comments like ‘that feels a bit funny’ and ‘can you feel that creaking’ – our hearts both sinking. She then got a piece of paper and wrote down the diagnosis. ’You have significant periosteal haematoma of the right patella’ – that doesn’t sound good. ’It means you have severe bone bruising of the knee cap. In fact you may have fractured your knee cap, but as you did this 2 months ago it will have already have mostly healed. I would have recommended rest, ice and an X-ray, but it’s a bit late for that, you are over the worst of it’.
Strange to say that a possible fractured knee cap was a relief – the mission home was still on. I had mixed feelings about how Kat pedaled on in pain, not bothering me with her worries. How did Kat manage to keep it quiet? All I can say is that my wife is one tough cookie!
One thing we love about being on the bike is spending time on the back roads in the towns tourists never stop at, eating lunch by overlooked spots of tranquility. Heading towards the Great Ocean Road was a chance to enjoy some quieter riding.Riding quiet roads has also meant finding some lovely little camping spots. While we do enjoy the cycling, we joyfully anticipate setting up camp at the end of the day. Not really knowing where we will sleep each night, I know gives Kat some emotional discomfort, but when we find somewhere, unload our bags, face the tent to the best view and put a brew on we both get a little buzz. Once we have cooked – rain or shine, caravan park, secluded river bank or behind a public toilet – we get inside our tent, zip it up, and it’s home.
King of his castle
Deciding not to go to Melbourne as we find cycling in and out of cities rather stressful, we followed the coast and had the luxury of a couple of short ferry rides. It was a nice little break from the weather.
A moment of sunshine at Bells Beach
Before we could adventure along the Great Ocean Road, we were forced to have a little break in Anglesea while Hooch had yet another wheel built. My old boss, Douglas, came to the rescue sending us the bits we needed from Sydney. Meanwhile we made the best of our time off chasing kangaroos.
Kat poses nervously with Skippy - both unsure what the others next move would be
As well as meeting the local wildlife, we meet some lovely, helpful folk on the camp site. Jess who worked at the campsite couldn’t do enough for us. She put us in touch with a cycle mechanic, took our wheel to the nearest town and even dropped the fixed wheel back to us on her day off. Thanks for getting us back on the road again! If you visit Anglesea – stay at the friendly Big 4 campground.
A few days off gave us time to face another little niggle. Back in New Zealand, you may recall that we had a slight misunderstanding with a rail track. While I had rolled unharmed across the road, Kat had hurt her knee. After a few days off, we were back on the road and Kat was soon cycling at full steam again. It wasn’t until Sydney that Kat admitted that although she could cycle, she found it very painful to put pressure on her knee and to touch it, it felt different from the other one. Kat again played it down because she was worried if she saw a doctor she may find out that she had something seriously wrong with it. I of course wanted to believe there was nothing wrong – I had been the cause of the injury.
Anyway, we finally decided that it was better to know. I had kept concerns about the bike a secret and Kat had kept her knee to herself. The bike had now broken (as I thought it might) and we ignoring Kat’s knee could result in the same outcome. Judgement came quickly. As soon as we mentioned the problem to Jess we were driven to the doctor who saw us straight away.
The doctor, who stripped Kat down and bent her legs in all directions, made a few comments like ‘that feels a bit funny’ and ‘can you feel that creaking’ – our hearts both sinking. She then got a piece of paper and wrote down the diagnosis. ’You have significant periosteal haematoma of the right patella’ – that doesn’t sound good. ’It means you have severe bone bruising of the knee cap. In fact you may have fractured your knee cap, but as you did this 2 months ago it will have already have mostly healed. I would have recommended rest, ice and an X-ray, but it’s a bit late for that, you are over the worst of it’.
Strange to say that a possible fractured knee cap was a relief – the mission home was still on. I had mixed feelings about how Kat pedaled on in pain, not bothering me with her worries. How did Kat manage to keep it quiet? All I can say is that my wife is one tough cookie!
5,000km - another little milestone on the long road home
Koala spotting
Monday, 10 September 2012
16 Old Eiger children where are you hiding?
I have seen:
Andi
Safwan
Thilakshan
Laiba
Subhan
Afra
Jagvir
Haneefa
Where are:
Humaira
Milan
Nandinee
Zain
Jastej
Samad
Mahnoor
Zohaib
Arbjon
Mathushan
Harsh
Heena
Karishma
Ibraheem
Hama
Aine
Jay
Dylan
Tulsi
Iqra
Andi
Safwan
Thilakshan
Laiba
Subhan
Afra
Jagvir
Haneefa
Where are:
Humaira
Milan
Nandinee
Zain
Jastej
Samad
Mahnoor
Zohaib
Arbjon
Mathushan
Harsh
Heena
Karishma
Ibraheem
Hama
Aine
Jay
Dylan
Tulsi
Iqra
Friday, 7 September 2012
11 Eiger Class will be looking at James and the Giant Peach
For Roald Dahl Day Eiger class will be looking at James and the Giant Peach.
13 Brain teasers
1. What
occurs once in every minute, twice in every moment, yet never in a thousand
years?
2. Why can't a man living in the USA be buried in Canada?
3. A man builds a house rectangular in shape. All sides have southern exposure. A big bear walks by, what color is the bear? Why?
4. Why do Chinese men eat more rice than Japanese men?
2. Why can't a man living in the USA be buried in Canada?
3. A man builds a house rectangular in shape. All sides have southern exposure. A big bear walks by, what color is the bear? Why?
4. Why do Chinese men eat more rice than Japanese men?
20 Roald Dahl Day 13th September
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
19 Old Eiger Class comments section (Class of 2011-12)
7 Summer holidays almost over... Welcome back!
Welcome back. School starts next Tuesday for the children. Teachers are back on Monday.
Let me know what you got up to. I went Drayton Manor with my family. Laila the daredevil loved the rides and wanted to go on the more adrenaline rushing scary rides! (Luckily she was too short!).
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