Barthelemy, Barth, Barto, Bartolo, Bartouille...
It's always funny to introduce oneself to new people, as it gives an opportunity to invent a complete tale on who one really is.
But I'll be honest with you here ;-)
Say, I'm today around 10'585 days old. That's 754 new moons, or alternatively 29 spring equinoxes... You've got it ?
That's also far less than half Methuselah's age before he decided he could retire with dignity. I am therefore still young and apt to undertake a promenade by bike. So, don't be surprised.
Till recently, I have entertained myself with some rather ethereal occupations : I have worked as an engineer for more than a lustrum now, in Wind. Wind? My job has been about finding wind and listening to it. It is also about harvesting its power, but this is far less poetic.
My passport and my English colleagues remind me I am French. I'd rather consider myself as very lucky to share this with Zidane since 1998, and will certainly continue to if France re-iterates to win the Football World Cup this summer.
Do not think I was born on a bike. I like biking, but I am not a passionate biker. I'd rather consider myself as an opportunist biker : A bicycle is a fantastic machinery at the lazy sportman's disposal to move silently, smoothly, slowly, almost anywhere, with less efforts than if walking. Then, now, you understand what this trip is about.
And you, who are you ?
