Espe, as part of her Red Cross Volunteer training, is having two day’s worth of practical training in an Ambulance. The first of these took place on Monday night, and the events of the night make for a pretty good story. She joined the ambulance driver, trainer and another trainee mid afternoon. A brief tour of the station was interrupted by their first alert. A reported labourer had an limb injury. The other trainee somehow heard this as a limb amputation and got out of the ambulance at the scene of the muttering something along the lines of please don’t…
Back at work after two weeks in Poland, and to be honest I can’t stand it. Made that little bit worse as due to one of our rotas, three times this week I’ve been unable to go to lunch with any of my colleagues and friends (including missing Isabel’s last day in the office celebrations). I get back home, and after witnessing a taxi driver t-bone a parked car I have to put up with all the incessant hooting that for some reason half of the imbeciles in the city think will clear the traffic jam in front of them.…
Stepping off the plane having flown from Krakow to Luton I was welcomed by a wonderfully sunny evening. On Saturday I met up with Nimesh for a lunchtime bite to eat. We ended up eating in a wonderfully British beer garden and chatting over several beers in the sunshine. He’s off to Taiwan for two weeks as part of his increasingly successful career. In the afternoon I headed down to Clapham to meet up with Jon. We spent several hours on the thoroughly crowded common, people watching and chatting over a few tins. On days like these I really want…
Having got back from Zakopane, Espe was suddenly quite ill. She had the same as me the week before but much worse (as it turns out our flat mate in Madrid suffered the same so obviously some kind of virus going around). She spent two days in bed unable to do much more than watch the tennis. Really gutting as she was so excited about this trip and yet she has returned home without seeing Krakow at all. She didn’t even get to hear the trumpet in the main square… We will have to come back. This week I was…
I was joined by Espe on Saturday in Krakow. A lazy day spent avoiding the Pope, although we did have an good meal down in the old Jewish quarter of the city with live music accompaniment. On Sunday we got on the bus down to Zakopane (4 euros for a 200km trip!). A picturesque village at the foot of the Tatra Mountain range. The weather was pretty terrible and the prohibition laws we were trying to escape were also in force in Zakopane. That didn’t ruin our evening though as we found a wonderful log cabin restaurant serving traditional Polish…
Welcomed by blue skies, warm sunshine and full terraces I’m delighted to once again be in Krakow. The beginning of the week was not so great as I was a little ill, but come Wednesday I was back to normal and ready for one of the infamous Cap Krakow nights out. A good meal in Metropolitan followed by far too many beers in a nice courtyard terrace bar and subterranean club. A few more than too many beers for a couple of the managers. One was completely incoherent by the end of the night and another managed to fall up…
A few goodies for you here: First off, the World Press Photo winners 2006. I saw the 2005 exhibition in Krakow last year. A truly moving experience. Those in London, if your quick, you can see the exhibition in the Royal Albert Hall. For those who are not take a look at www.worldpressphoto.nl and for full effect try to read the background to each photo. I’ve been assisting some of the lads who are doing the Mongol Rally this year in a team of three Minis. 6 of them are going after Pete (Espe’s old flatmate in Madrid) watched Jon…
Another flying trip to the UK on the way to Poland. Nice as the flights are paid for by the company, but so short I don’t really get to see anybody. On Saturday I went up to Tottenham Court Road to look at expensive electricle goods and then went round to see Marc’s latest toy. A 1970 Landrover. In need of some restoration work and I helped out by supervising Marc and his uncle change a wheel cylinder in the rain and wind. It was quite a shock going from the humid 30+ temperatures in Madrid to the misery that…