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Tag: travel
Quick update from Italy while we can steal internet access
Thursday – day 1
I've been in Italy for less than 30 minutes and my first impression is that it's a very photogenic country. I've just put away my camera in frustration because I can't take a decent picture through the coach windows – there's too much glare from the sun and I always see my reflection superimposed on the scene I want to capture. We're driving through mountains right now and I'm salivating at the number of pictures I'd love to take. It's beautiful. The countryside is lush with greens and browns, the mountains are impressive and you see the odd roman ruin to add a bit of spice once in a while.
[later]
The view from the hotel is impressive. We're rather high up in the mountain and the view on the valley below is, in a word, panoramic. My room in the hotel is comfortable, though I'm in one of the little chalets. The room is nice, but apparently it doesn't compare with the ones inside the hotel proper. For one thing, I don't have a jacuzzi in my room. Rank doeth have its privileges, apparently. The one thing that's going to be bad is the buzzy thing situation. I've been strafed too many times already and I'm rather jumpy… silly europeans with the utter lack of proper window screens *grumble*
[later]
Whoever thought it would be a good idea to hold 5 hours of talks on the first day might want to reconsider that one… I stopped counting at 7 the number of times I fell asleep during that session. That was just painful. Getting up at 2:30 am definitively doesn't help. At least the espresso is good and there's plenty of it.
Friday – day 2
We went to Pisa today. I walked up to the top of the tower; I even went above the bells. It's really weird. I get vertigo looking down a 2 story building or riding up glass elevators. I was 60 meters in the air with only a rather flimsy metal railing to keep me from falling and I wasn't even bothered in the slightest! The view from up there is … wow. Took lots of pictures – the usual touristy thing. Amusing anecdotes – we ran into a group of tourists from Quebec/Montreal (but the lound aunt type of tourist, the ones that keep saying inane stuff like “Do you realize that we're going the leaning tower of Pisa? Do you realize the number of people who touched this wall and climbed these stairs? Do you?? Do you??? really!”. It was amusing to hear proper joual again :D
What really impressed me from the tower is that there are two inches of stone completely worn off from the stairwell. You really have to be careful when you come down, especially when your legs are rubbery from having climbed 300 stairs. The staircase leading to the uppermost level is so narrow that my shoulders rubbed on either side and I had to crouch down to avoid braining myself on the stairs twisting up above me.
The amoung of junk sellers is impressive. And on that note, let me just mention that anybody dumb enough to buy a rolex from a dude on the street should have a sign on his back saying something along the lines of “please feel free to rape my ass” – it's just asking for trouble.
The food situation is hit-and-miss. Even though they were warned about my allergies beforehand, I couldn't eat most of the lunch buffet yesterday. Dinner was completely ok, but again lunch today was buyer-beware. Same for dinner – they had to cook me a special meal (for which I had to wait another 20 minutes). At least the bread is good and there's lots of wine. I'm going to be eating salads when I get back to Cambs though…
Saturday – day 3
I slept badly last night. One reason, I found out later, is that there's a troup of italian Morris dancers (or the equivalent thereof) that's at the hotel and apparently, they were up all night running around the hotel last night and there was a lot playing the drums outside on the terrasse near my room. I think they're a mix of marching band, drama group and SCA† types. It takes a lot of confidence for a man to dress like a fool in tights and not be self-concious about it. They also crashed our breakfast buffet this morning like a pack of seagulls and ate everything in sight… bastards. Another reason I slept badly is that I kept dreaming about my presentation today. It's really weird. Whenever I'm worried about something, I always dream I'm back in school. I had rather disturbing dreams last night… bad imagery and worse situations. Somebody was putting on a play and one of the characters was saying shit like “Do what you want to me cause I'm worthless and I'm going to kill myself anyway”. Weird. Not nice. Even Parsley couldn't ensure a good night's sleep. Left me a bit off-kilter this morning.
[later]
Long day today. I was uber worried about giving my presentation. I dislike public speaking, even when it's only in front of an informal group. I tense up. I was utterly convinced I was spouting inane gibberish all the time I was giving it. It really didn't help that my powerpoint presentation was being given off my boss' micro subnotebook computer and I couldn't read off the screen (it was being projected behind me). I could make out the slides themselves – so I knew what I had to say about all of them – but I couldn't read the details I'd written on the slides because the damn screen is too small so I had to wing it for the most part. Apparently I pulled it off because the feedback I got from it was very positive and I didn't look as nervous as I felt. One of the very positive points of this retreat though is that I got to really interact with a lot of the people that work in the Sequence Database Group that I only see in glancing at the office. A lot of them are really nice people and some of them are scarily intelligent.
[later]
I went shopping. I bought some olive oil, a nice bottle of red italian wine. A good dinner awaits (after the salads, that is).
[later]
Dinner was disappointing again. The soup was ok, and the pasta was good (though the portion could have been more generous for both of them, especially considering that I could only eat half of what was served to me afterwards). Blergh. That's the really big downside of my allergies and group travelling. At least when I'm on my own, I can pay a premium to have a decent meal that I can eat. I'm getting fed up of bread and wine, as good as they may be.
Off to bed now.
Sunday – day 4
I slept poorly again last night. I woke up at 5:40 and couldn't get back to sleep, so I ended up reading until it was time to get up and go for breakfast. I'm tired and I don't feel so hot physically and psychologically. I think I caught the cold that's been running around the EBI folk and I miss Katy. Travelling for work is fun for a while, but right now, I want to get home and cuddle my sweetie :( The conference ends right after lunch, then we have a few hours to kill until our 10pm flight. I'm going to get back home in the wee hours of the morning again. That's getting old really, really fast.
† Society for Creative Anachronism – people who like to dress up in medieval garb.
I went to sleep later than this at times…
I'm convinced that the travel agent for the EBI wants to kill us all slowly.
2:40 AM is an even less civilized time to have to wake up for a flight.
There will be conference talks until 7pm tonight
Joy.
More pictures!
Geneva pictures here: http://www.flubu.com/various_pics/geneva-sep2005/
The joys of passport control.
I got home at 1am last night. I am le tired.
Luton sucks ass as an airport. Customs control has to qualify as a lower level of hell. It's always the same. Since I don't have an EU passport, I have to go to the special queue with the rest of the foreigner scum (as we're treated).
Two fully loaded 737 planes landed at the same time. That's a few hundred people. There were maybe 20 people in front of me in that queue. The rest, EU nationals, in their separate queue WERE ALL PROCESSED BEFORE I REACHED THE FRONT OF THE LINE!!! In the half hour I was waiting, I was hot, was lugging my laptop and other carry-on luggage, had a screaming baby bawling right behind me, a jerk that kept hitting me with his bag in front of me, my feet hurt because of all the blisters on them and I needed to pee.
There was only one customs agent checking passport for non-EU residents. He shall henceforth be known as Mr. Efficiency. He was reading every page of each passport. When all the EU residents were processed, the four other agents started processing the people in my queue, so that started going a bit faster. Sod's law being in full force though, when it was close to my turn, another plane landed so we were forced to wait on Mr Efficiency again. Grrr. Finally, I'm at the head of the line and what should happen? Two security guards come up and start chatting with Mr. Efficiency. At this point, all that was needed to make this the lowest level of hell would have been that his tea break was due and he'd just get up and go. Finally, it was my turn.
It's always the same, and this is the most frustrating bit. The chat with Mr. Efficiency and his brethren always goes something like this:
Mr. E: Where did you travel from?
Me: Geneva
Mr. E: Where are you going in the UK?
Me: Cambridge
Mr. E: Do you work in the UK?
Me: yes.
Mr. E: *stamp* NEXT!
30 seconds of fun for 30 minutes of waiting in line.
Joy.
Drinking is bad and I shall avoid it henceforth
Nothing makes you bond with your coworkers better than closing two bars with them. The first little pub chucked us out at midnight but were kind enough to direct us to an irish pub, where we were politely asked to leave at 2am. We lurched our way back to the hotel where, instead of going to bed, we found that the night manager opened the bar for us (and didn't charge us for it!!). In a word, well three, we got pissed. This is bad. This is establishing precedent and will have to be rectified. Attending conferences hungover isn't productive and worse of all, it isn't fun. I'm getting too old for this shit (and the people who are with me are in fact older and in worse shape, which is also an incentive to break the pattern now). The conference ends in a few hours, when I will slowly make my way back to the lakefront for some last pictures (no, not the topless beach… pervs) and then slowly mosey back to the airport to wait for my flight.
That's hella strong coffee!
I had two cups of coffee at the hotel this morning. It's been one hour now and my heart rate is still at 110 bpm, sitting down.
Whoa!
Things I've discovered from Geneva
1. There's dogshit everywhere on the sidewalks. The Swiss have been badly influenced by the French. Le poo. Literally.
2. Campeed blister bandages work quite well but they melt if your feet get warm enough after two hours of walking in the hot sun. Picking wax out of your socks is a really nice way to spend the evening.
3. The morning session of the meeting lasted 3 hours. The content of what was said can be distilled down to a very simple powerpoint slide. The consensus is that “we're going to do it”, but the *it* part still needs to be defined properly. Joy.
4. Walking around a topless beach with a camera might not be the brightest thing I've ever done.
5. The chairs in the conference hall add strength to Sod's Meeting Law that stipulates that the comfort of a chair is inversely proportional to the length of time you spend in it.
Brain on pause
3:45am is not a civilized time to have to wake up to go to the airport.
Pictures!
My Munich pictures are online. Lookee here: http://www.flubu.com/various_pics/munich-sep2005/