Thursday, September 24, 2009

Cooking With Expired Chicken Broth

North of Ternois

distance : 78 km
dénivelé: 1080 m

- made the night of 20 to 21 November 2009 10:40 in min (1st shipment) by: Wouter
, John, Christopher C., Lawrence L., Jerome B., Jerome L ., Philip H., Philip M., Olivier B., H. Olivier, Jean-Mich '& Manu.
departure outside the station of Saint Pol sur Ternoise Friday, November 20 at 23:59.

Photos


few souvenir photos: Photos of Oliv ,
those manu
and soon the video ... !




The Pitch


I plant so the decor: The
icy brilliance of the full moon floods the dark valley Ternois, then rang the knell of midnight. It's the sound of this requiem dark as the fatal fog rises suddenly, revealing one by one horsemen of the Apocalypse. Across the horizon they heard the call of the icy black mass, so their instincts lead them to come together to merge into one entity, a creature without a name, because naming curse you forever.
Thus formed, the Wild Bunch will constantly eat up the night his spinal sunny. Nothing can slow down this dark cohort, feasting on each hazard. Because it is only when the sun started shining they will stop their cruel feast. Then tried

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Map




the 630 D + advertised you can experience by adding 200, although it is often calculated on the decline. The Ad


the footsteps of St. Hermit and the Legend of the thirteenth Apostle.

During our night expedition in the North Ternois we cross the village of Amettes birthplace St. Benedict Labre. Suppressed monasteries toughest because of alleged poor health and lack of knowledge in song and Scripture, he road his own place of worship. So this St. devoted his life to prayer and contemplation during the long journeys across Europe, it is estimated his journey more than 30 000 km! This Holy Vagabond could thus become the patron saint of the Brotherhood ...

Our steps lead us also to the town where Saint Aumerval Martin, dubbed the thirteenth apostle because of his great popularity in the Pas de Calais, it performs a small miracle. Indeed his horse during a jump wonderful, left his imprint on a block of sandstone, traces of which still apparent and the legend invites travelers to put their foot to be cleansed of all fatigue ...

I hope I have given you want to discover these sights with us on our next trip!