The Adventure Continues...

Rants, raves and random observations from an itinerant epidemiologist.

100 in 1000
  1. Spend a week up a mountain learning to ski
  2. Visit Karoline's place in Moravia
  3. Hold a conversation in Czech (only)
  4. Drink 500ml of each of the following beers:
    1. Pilsner
    2. Staroprammen
    3. Budvar
    4. Velke Popovice
    5. U Fleku
    6. Gambrinus
    7. Krusovice
  5. Respond to at least one GOARN request (WHO and MSF are also acceptable)
  6. Travel across the Atlantic
  7. Return to South America
  8. Read a book to, or with, an impressionably aged child
  9. Participate in one NanoWriMo Challenge and come within at least 10,000 words of the goal length
  10. Have my nose pierced
  11. Have my next tattoo drawn
  12. Purchase the perfect jeans (x 2 pairs)
  13. Attend a spin class 3 times a week for 8 consecutive weeks
  14. Bake Viv's cheesecake
  15. Make David's casserole
  16. Make David's Chicken Cashew-nut Stirfry
  17. Invite 4 people who don't know one another too well to dinner
  18. Ride from Vienna to Venice on a motorbike (pillion acceptable, those less desirable)
  19. Attend a book group for at least two books
  20. Go on a choir weekend (learn and perform difficult piece in two/three days)
  21. Visit Madame Tussaud's (in London)
  22. Take an architecture appreciation course
  23. Join an all-girl group and sing a solo
  24. Publish in a scientific journal (top two authors)
  25. Cook a duck or other 'waterfowl'.
  26. Locate the Al-Timimi's from Doha Veterinary Practise
  27. Have a pedicure
  28. Maintain a Brazilian (ouch) for three months.
  29. Find a trustworthy Czech hairdresser
  30. Treat my inner-6-year-old twice a week (at least)
  31. Do the liver-cleansing diet properly (12 weeks)
  32. Don't eat out for one month
  33. Find a flat and flatmate
  34. Purchase one Joseph sweater
  35. Purchase one of the following pairs of designer shoes (they MUST also be COMFORTABLE, and be able to be worn with 4 different outfits and 2 types of occasion): Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks, Christian Louboutin (Ebay or 2nd hand are acceptable)
  36. Send 5 books to the booksphere and track them.
  37. Go hanggliding
  38. Read 10 'classic' books (from 1001 Books to Read before you Die)
    1. Moll Flanders
    2. Everything is illuminated
    3. Madam Bovary
    4. Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintainance
    5. Catch-22
    6. Odysseus
    7. On the Road
  1. Run (non-stop!) for 5kms outside (preferably in a street race thingy)
  2. Send Christmas Cards on time
  3. Make a collage/mural out of street lights on my wall
  4. Buy a bed, build it, and sleep soundly in it
  5. Go to Africa
  6. Host an 'event' (classified as and when)
  7. Organise a 30th Birthday Party
  8. Wear a costume
  9. Sing on stage
  10. Buy a painting that evokes memories of Prague (cannot involve queues!)
  11. Learn a god-damned card game that stays in my memory (other than fish/snap)
  12. See sunrise. Be sober. Have woken for it. Excludes months Nov-Mar
  13. Take a walk and flip coins at each intersection
  14. Win something
  15. Draft a will
  16. Take a roadtrip
  17. Go to Italy already
  18. Sea Kayak around Abel Tasman Park (NZ)
  19. Get plants
  20. Take a train to another Eastern European Destination (accession countries are acceptable) alone preferably.
  21. Get UK to give me a provisional motorcyclists license and simultaneously get a 'card' license.
  22. Go SCUBA diving again - at least two dives lasting 30mins each.
  23. Go to a dentist. *sigh*
  24. Do a Czech Wine Trail. And live to tell the tale
  25. Make an 'outbreak emergency kit'.
  26. Go to bed prior to 11pm every night (inc weekends) for four consecutive weeks.
  27. Marvel over lack of tiredness
  28. Dine at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant (or Nobu)- preferably for free.
  29. Bet on the nags
  30. Do something for charity (applying and getting a 'red card' will count)
  31. Walk along the Champs Elysee
  32. Do 100 sit ups in a row
  33. Do 50 pressups (arms in tight)
  34. Make branston pickle (or nearest substitute)
  35. Cook something 'new' and 'adventurous' at least once a month
  36. Find a mentor
  37. Be a mentor
  38. Learn what mentoring is all about
  39. Meet an online person in real life
  40. Resist the flirt. Once. Just one night. It's okay if people don't immediately succumb to my natural charm. Really it is.
  41. Spend time at a spa (spa towns in the CR don't count)
  42. Send a care package to someone
  43. Get a Tata Bojs CD
  45. Order new contact lenses.
  46. Make a list of things I take with me when I pack for different occasions
  47. Eat lobster. Prepared by someone else.
  48. Back up the blog
  49. Put everything onto an external hard drive
  50. Find a DDR mat and console and 'dance, I say dance!'�
  51. Go to the beach and lie on the warm sand. For an hour. (with sunscreen on, natch)
  52. Take and complete a course in either: Tango, Salsa or Flamenco
  53. Join the Municipal Library of Prague
  54. Move to another country
  55. Go to a live concert of a band I actually like
  56. Pay off debts (student loan excl.)
  57. Send thank you cards for every gift I receive (other than the gift of happiness, blah blah blah).
  58. Get an agent (literary or theatre)
  59. Go to a sports bar without cringing, by personal choice
  60. Ride a rollercoaster
  61. Hold a snake
  62. Spend a day wandering around a museum (not art gallery!)
New friends, old hair
Tuesday, 25 July 2006
I’ve found a new best blog-friend. You know, the woman whose blog you read when you’ve got nothing to do, knowing damned well that you’ll end up with tears of hilarity smarting in your eyes at work. The one who’s got the same life as you, but tells it in a funnier, more witticism-containing manner. Welcome to the dating tragedies of another spinster . This one recognises her quest (in comparison to my ostrich-like state of denial). The only reason the tears sting so much is because they’re so apt.

That aside, I know you’re wondering whether I made it to Jim’s last night, or whether I was hastily bundled out of the door – much in the same manner I bundled ‘misinformed snogee-wannabe #1’ (we DO think that TWO misinformed snogee-wannabees in one week is just a bit much, but now it’s one of those items I can now tick off my ‘to obtain’ list…hoorah!) out the door – kind of ‘gentle-yet-firm hand to the sternum accompanied with a push, then a quick gathering up of limbs followed by a slightly MORE firm shove and a smile “cheerio then!”’. Ugh!

That circular block motion finally came in handy: cheers Brenden.

Anyway: yes. I made it. I spent the entire day twisting my knickers in fear of how to ask for my key back from the gym. I wasn’t even sure I’d left it there (though it was the only logical venue…see: aforementioned ostrich-like denial) or whether anyone in this town had the decency to hand it in (I’d have been tempted to give it to a mate, myself) but I managed it. I whispered the phrase to myself over and over again on the walk (and she wonders why that good-looking stranger gives her a wide-eyed stare of horror on the tram), and slowly, shyly approached the front desk. I waited patiently until most people had asked their questions or signed in, so fewer people would witness my mortification.

„Dobrý den,“ I said, „moje češtinu je špatný, ale budu zkusít.“ I paused for effect, a friendly body language clue and a deep breath. The minidress’d girl behind the counter smiled and nodded. So far so good. I persevered „Minuly tyden, jsem zapomenala moje klič, ‚chip‘. Sem, v šatny. Máte to?“
„Jmeno?“ she asked my name.
„Naomi.“ I responded, providing the Czech pronunciation.
Off she wandered to a drawer. I wondered whether I’d done the right thing, said the right words. She was rifling through keys though – so my ‘life as a movie’ continuity expert was not waving her arms or suggesting I back away slowly. Then she found one, held it up (it has a distinctive keyring) and brought it to me, standing there nodding enthusiastically.
„Je tady!“ she finished, ripping off the name tag with a flourish, and handed it back.

In my experience here to date, this is not merely a successful customer service event. This is a customer service TRIUMPH.

Mum has asked whether I want a haircut when I’m in UK. Though it has been months, I think it more important to visit a gynaecologist who speaks English and can prescribe me the drugs I want. Also, am growing my hair long again. So that when I shave it off (it’s a self-imposed dare…) in November (approximately) it’ll have the most impact. Albeit somewhat lessened by this pre-announcement.
posted by Nomes @ Tuesday, July 25, 2006  
  • At 2:50 pm, July 25, 2006, Blogger mx said…

    Well done on your triumph over said (ho ho) dialogue. I struggled with "can I exchange these shoelaces as they're the wrong size" in German - doing anything (conversational) in Czech sounds like rocket science in comparison. As for Jim, he and I are going through a "just good friends" phase while the Mikado is on, but we intend to get hot and heavy once its over ;)

  • At 12:40 pm, July 28, 2006, Blogger Mums said…

    Hi GNomes,

    It's the little triumphs that count.... though I think I may have driven one once. Obviously it was totally unremarkable.

    Can't make an appointment for you until only two weeks before you need it (see England in the Middle Ages in my last comment). It would appear their computer can't handle a month in advance!!! However, you cannot go to the Clinic as they don't do what you require. You have to go to a GP and he/she will prescribe your drugs, but won't do the procedure. So I have to book the nurse for that. But never fear - I am getting there, and they have managed to raise my blood pressure enough for it to register now. Ain't life grand?

    Haven't tried any other forms of bureaucracy though BSAC are managing to send me the DIVE magazine for Miss E Taylor, at this address. Since it is registered to a particular membership no I don't know how they managed to screw it up, but they obviously did. No doubt the poor woman who is expecting her own name on her copy of the monthly mag must be wondering who V Boxall is - but then again she may not be getting any magazine at all. Sheesh, after being here for 16 days (and definitely counting) even Australia's bizarre bureaucracy is looking really good - hell, even yours in CR looks better!!

    I am SO looking forward to seeing you - I just have to fill your shopping order. Have been let out on leash today so I can go shopping, and hopefully will complete my purchases tomorrow - though I'll leave the fresh foods until the day before I leave. Have got the champagne though - some things are too important to leave till last minute.

    See you soon, Love, Mums

  • At 8:50 am, July 29, 2006, Blogger Dad said…

    Viv, it's so long since Triumph was a car that nobody in even Gen X is likely to recognise it, let alone this Gen Y bunch!!! I don't thing there's very much in the way of drugs in UK that isn't part of the medical monopoly. I've come to look on doctors as a form of tax cllector, who has to be paid before I can get permission to buy what I already know I need!. I just wish they wouldn't interfere by giving gratuitous advice. The medical profession seems to think it has an entitlement to score huge incomes as a reward for simply being there! By and large, all they are capable of doing is giving out prescriptions for medicines that they hope will be related to what you're suffering from. If it isn't related, you'll either die or come back. If it is, well, that was an excellent diagnosis!

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