Swaveboarding

The Husband has a somewhat adventurous streak that does not quite agree with me. He it was, who dragged me off the paths in the Pyrenee mountains to explore what he called "the unknown". I was frightened half to death because the Pyrenees are home to the brown bear, who despite looking ever so cute from afar, can up close, decapitate a man with one swipe of its paw. So maybe... for a little wisp of a thing like me, decapitation could be had for half a paw swipe?

Oh well... The Husband's adventurous streak struck again this weekend. He had somehow gotten into his head that we had never tried swaveboarding and so it would be good that we all try swaveboarding because it's new and exciting. Such silliness, you don't think? What's wrong with the old and familiar? I like the old and familiar. The Husband is old and familiar and I like him the better for it.

Anyway, off we went swaveboarding. As you can see if you click here, a swaveboard is a thingy with 2 flat and broad ends joined in the middle by a metal pole, and mounted on 2 small wheels. The difference between a skateboard and a swaveboard is that the first has 4 wheels and the 2nd has but 2. You're supposed to jump on it and gyrate your hips (at least that is how it looked to me!!) and bend your knees, ankles and thighs in a co-ordinated series of fluid motion.

We rented 2 swaveboards and took turns. People walked past and smiled broadly, looking at us trying very hard to gyrate our hips alluringly... with not much success. You see, it's not easy to looking alluring when every 10 seconds you fall off and land on your butt or your face.

But it's great fun! And man... we is gonna do it until we get it!