“I hope he’s okay,” one of my roommates said to the other, referring to the third roommate who is suspected to have COVID.
I had just started getting back into my regular routine, including rehabilitation exercises. On top of that I had enjoyed spending the last few days in a room by myself.
The nurse arrived at the door fully covered in PPE to deliver the news, and as a result, I missed my usual morning shower, restroom break, and cup of tea. I must say, I missed that cup of tea the most.
At least the empty bed means I now have a window view.
Due to the diagnosis, my room is now in lockdown for at least the next two days. Although the rapid antigen tests (RATS) came back negative, we still have to wait for the full PCR results. As a precautionary measure, this means no visitors are allowed, and there might be some delays as nurses and doctors have to take appropriate safety measures during their visits, consequently slowing down my recovery.
Despite the setback, I received a call today from a guy named Clayton, representing an organization called “Limbs For Life.” We have almost identical experiences in terms of the diabetes, amputation and rehabilitation, and so it was great to connect. He described his life-changing experiences following the experience, leaving an unhappy marriage, and changing his career from mining engineer to DJ.
Clayton Denny, on the front page of the Amplified magazine from Limbs For Life
My spirits were also lifted when I received a thoughtful gift from my colleagues at ABC Lismore. It’s a box of all sorts of things from biscuits and nuts to toiletries under the “Byron Bay” name. Over the last couple of years I’ve worked from the Lismore office and feel a lot of affection for them all. With the arrival of the gift I literally burst into tears, as I was so incredibly touched,
I have been reading this week about the high school students from Queensland who were taught the wrong texts for their graduating high school exam – a truly awful situation. I won’t get into the complex and perhaps legal specifics of the case, but it reminded me of a terrible mistake my classmates and I made during our Year 12 trial exams.
Back then, we were sitting the trial exams—an in-house test run for the actual public exams. I can’t recall if it was Year 11 or 12, but we were assigned to read Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Now, I understand years later that it’s an American cultural classic—an important book that tackles serious themes like racism and identity. But as teenagers, we all thought, “Why are we reading a kids’ book for Year 12?” Consequently, a lot of us simply didn’t read it, even though it was a prescribed text. Our assumption was that the HSC would offer enough choice that we could skip Huck Finn and just write about something “more important” or “serious,” like Shakespeare.
I’ll never forget the moment we walked into the exam hall. We opened the paper and saw the instruction: “You must answer a question about Huckleberry Finn.” It was compulsory.
A wave of panic washed over the room. We looked at each other, eyes wide, silently asking: “Did you read it? No, I didn’t read it! Oh, my God!” As with most things in my life, I managed to bluff my way through the essay based on hearsay from things the teacher said in the classroom.
Later, we agreed it was our teachers making us learn a painful lesson the hard way. No shortcuts.
Despite this, I managed to graduate and actually got a pretty good score in the HSC, and never had to answer the Huckleberry Finn question.
Although I could say this was the worst airport I have ever been to, a simple photograph tells you Riga Airport was busy the morning I was there. Also, I joined the wrong queue and could have gotten through much more quickly if I had read the signs - in English - properly.
I love the internet. In particular, I love how it’s opened up the world to me in a way I could have only dreamed of twenty years ago. On the downside, however, it also attracts some awfully negative, nasty folk who hide behide the anonymity the internet provides.
As part of my travel planning at the moment, I spent some time online tonight looking at flights, seating plans, airline reviews, airline food reviews and accommodation reviews, and all I can say is: “what a bunch of bitches”.
On the one hand, you would hope anonymity might lead to a higher level of honesty, but a lot of the time when you read online reviews, you just know it’s more about “their issues” than the service or experience they have in fact received.
Some of the weirdest ones I’ve seen online tonight include…
“Little personal attention from the crew, meal choice offered as it was served”
– Darl, they’re serving 300 people in a small piece of metal hurtling through the air. What did you expect in economy, a discussion about Satre and a foot massage?
“Yes, when booking it seemed tempting to book something that is $150-$300 cheaper. But you do notice the lack of service and food on your journey”
– Well, dir… if you shop at a discount store, you should expect a discount service.
“Positively surprised. Flight on time in a decent A320. Good seat pitch in row 5 and edible warm meal rounded off by round of drinks, tea / coffee. Smiling crew a bonus. Paid a very competitive price and would recommend Finnair”
– In essence, she’s saying she was expecting something awful, and was surprised when that wasn’t the case. Raise your expectations, darl…
“When I tried to call Finnair, nobody dared to answer the phone.”
– What does that mean? When did you call? What sort of baggage does someone carry when they assume an unanswered phone call means “nobody dared to answer the phone”? “Everybody’s out to get me” is the next logical thing to say in such a review.
And finally…
“Maybe their European service is OK, however, having been on their long haul flight and comparing it to all other long haul flights I’ve been on, I would rate them 0/10, maybe 0.5/10. ”
– Honestly, would you ever seriously rate anything as 0/10, except perhaps an act on Red Faces?
I find it remarkable that people write such awful unsubstantiated reviews, expecting first class travel when they’re travelling on budget airlines.
Equally unhelpful was the overly positive review, along the lines of “this was the best place I’ve ever stayed”.
Many of the reviews I’ve read tonight were really unhelpful, as they didn’t actually give me an accurate portrayal or description of what was on offered and what was delivered.
You can’t just say it was good or bad. You need to be specific.
It’s like they say about Twitter…. “everyone’s talking but nobody’s listening”.
These reviews do, however, give you an insight into the weird and wonderful people you’re going to have to travel with.
I’m guessing the person who writes online reviews also puts their seat into recline as soon as they get on the place, talks incessantly all night while everyone else is trying to sleep, and constantly asks for assistance from the flight-attendant.
The only thing is to pray to God you end up seated next to someone with normal views, and not some of the oddballs who write online reviews.
“Wouldn’t it be great if I could just swipe a card like I do at work? And even better, if it was the same card?”, I thought to myself as I walked through the gate/door to the back of my apartment block tonight.
I was carrying a bag, I’d been wearing a suit for close to twelve hours, and I was feeling a little bit tired.
My day at work was both full and interesting, with lots of interesting conversations, and some real progress on a couple of projects I’ve been working on.
And then tonight it was Swedish class which was also, both interesting and joyful.
But by the end of it all, I was so tired I even passed on my usual night at the pub with mates after class.
I suspect the bloke behind the counter thought I was some kind of drug-crazed freak with the munchies. Why else would you buy chocolate from a servo late on a Tuesday night? Well for me, it’s because the servo is awfully close, and because I didn’t have any sweets in the house.
Generally speaking, I try to avoid sweets in the house. Occasionally I might have some ice-cream in the freezer. But mostly I try to avoid them, as I continue my middle-aged struggle with weight-gain.
But tonight I got a bit of a chocolate craving just before bed, which is never a good thing. In part, I guess it was fueled by a simple salad for dinner. Low fat to the max. And that’s when the chocolate desire kicked in.
At least our servo is open that late these days, as for a long time they were closing early due to security fears. I’m reasonably sure they still close down for a while after midnight, where you can only do transactions via a sliding tray (like in the bank)
Nothing else to report from the day which was surprisingly productive, despite my early morning consideration of a “sickie” :) :)
Riga is NOTHING like I expected. To be honest, I was expecting just a larger version of Tallinn. In common with Estonia, Latvia is on the Baltic, and has been dominated over many hundreds of years by foreign powers including Germany, Sweden, Russia (and of course the USSR). But it’s so incredibly different from Tallinn in so many ways.
First, there’s the language. While Estonian is actually quite close to Finnish, Latvian is more of a language you would associate with Central Europe. And on top of that, you have a greater percentage of Russian speakers. As you walk around town, a significant number of signs are in Russia, and you can hear a lot of people speaking Russian.
These are the people who were either left-behind when the Soviet Union collapsed, or who were born and raised here, and who consider themselves to be Latvian, albeit Russian-speaking Latvians.
Second, the people look different. While in Tallinn there was a significant number of people who you would describe as “Nordic looking”, here there’s a far greater number of people who would say “look Russian” or “look Central European” (if you know what I mean). It’s a clumsy way to describe someone as “looking Russian” because of the large physical diversity that represents, but I hope you get my meaning.
The town also looks quite different to Tallinn. There are a lot of buildings still standing which were created in the last years of the nineteenth century and the first years of the twentieth century. These grand buildings escaped much of the damage of the Second World War bombing. You get the impression from the architecture that Riga was once a very grand city, and probably quite wealthy.
Whereas the Old Town dominated Tallinn, here it’s also just a part of a much larger city. Riga has much more of a “Western” feel to it, with many more of the trappings of Western society including a lot more street advertising, and more modern buildings including a few sky-scrapers.
After arriving on the bus this morning, I checked into my hostel. It’s on Barona Street and is called Barons Hostel. It’s a decidely English language variation of the street name, possibly because the owners are Australian (and the building is also the home to the Australian Business Chamber in Riga). We’re on the top four of an old building, with reasonably large spacious rooms, free internet, free tea and coffee. And there’s hardly anyone here. I’m sharing a 6-bedroom dorm with just one other person, a young French speaking woman. It’s dinner time now and I haven’t seen another person, aside from the woman who checked me in. At a cost of about $25 Australian per night, I think it seems like exceptionally good value.
View from my bedroom, Riga
Riga’s tram system isn’t that modern, but still better than Tallinn
Outside the Latvian National Opera
Wedding locks on a bridge, Riga
Russian culture in Riga
Not a Soviet sculpture
There’s something a bit odd about this sign…
Church in Riga
Latvian Technical University
City view, Riga
What the locals probably eat in Riga
The Australian connection at Barons Hostel
The bus tour was similarly under-utilised today. For a while I was the only person on one of those hop-on/hop-off tours. The tour I went on cost $25 Australian for a 90 minute audio -guided tour. And if I want to, I can hop back on again tomorrow. Also quite good value, I think.
I thought it was a good way to get an introduction to the town. Of course I also did some unguided sught-seeing too. In doing so, I I saw a wedding underway at the Russian Orthodox Cathedral which spectacularly dominates the area in which it’s located. I also learned of a really great local wedding custom where couples attach an inscribed lock to the bridge where, presumably, they have their wedding photographs taken.
For lunch today I risked having a pizza. “Risked” because I haven’t been all that lucky so far with “ethnic cuisine”. But the Proscuitto and Parmesan pizza I had at Velvet Cafe and Nattklub was quite good. “We don’t have local beers”, the waitress told me, so I had a Heineken to accompany.
Compared with the last few days, food seems a little more expensive here, so I’ll have to think hard about how I spend my money. By the way, the Latvian Lat is actually worth more than the Euro. The exchange rate to Australian dollars is about two and a half to one.
I’m gonna head out for a bite to eat shortly, and then maybe have a look at one of the local bars. The gay scene here is quite underground, even compared with Tallinn where things were much more open. When they first attempted a Pride Parade a couple of years ago, it was stopped by Neo-nazi and Christian protestors. The following year it was banned by the government as a “threat to national stability”. The parade is back on track, according to what I’ve read, though the guide books advise discretion.
Another local guide book warns of the high rate of organised crime (something I’ve neglected to mention to my family for obvious reasons). And in one of the magazines I’ve read today, there’s about half a dozen venues the United States Government has warned its citizens against going to. Mostly they’re strip joints and they weren’t high on my list of priorities anyway…
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Dearest James. It is ok to cry. I think I would and ask why me. But you have many who care for you and are concerned about you, and how good to hear from Clayton. XX
You are allowed to “burst into tears”, James !!! That is part of your healing process, it is great that you have so many friend’s, cherish their gifts if you can, think about people who are in the same boat as you, but no friends. I’am a carer for my ex husband, I don’t get much free time, but I would love to come and visit you sometime, when I can get a bit of time, if that would be OK with you.
Take care, I’m sure you will get a clearance from Covid..
Penny 🤗
Wow. You care for your ex husband? That was also the case in another ward where I was. The bloke, aged in his 70s was a bit of a solitary character and mostly alone, but his ex wife came every day. I’m still friends with my ex, and early in the piece there was some discussion about whether or not he should be told. I’m a great believer that, so long as you end on friendly terms, you should always value and treasure your relationships with your exs because, obviously somrthing brought you together in the first place. Yes, would love to meet you Penny. Many thanks Andrew, yes that call from Clayton, in a very similar situation was wonderful.
I’m one of those hidden followers that enjoy your writing and yet rarely speak. We share a love for the Northern Rivers. I felt that I couldn’t stay silent over this change in your life. You sound very resilient and optimistic and, whilst I know there must be moments of real sorrow and loss, I admire this and know that you will continue this new journey of growth. My very best wishes and thanks for your creative talents.
Hi Sally, my sincere thanks for your wonderfully perceptive comments and best wishes. Hopefully these posts will also be able to help someone else who finds themselves in a similar position.
Dearest James. It is ok to cry. I think I would and ask why me. But you have many who care for you and are concerned about you, and how good to hear from Clayton. XX
You are allowed to “burst into tears”, James !!! That is part of your healing process, it is great that you have so many friend’s, cherish their gifts if you can, think about people who are in the same boat as you, but no friends. I’am a carer for my ex husband, I don’t get much free time, but I would love to come and visit you sometime, when I can get a bit of time, if that would be OK with you.
Take care, I’m sure you will get a clearance from Covid..
Penny 🤗
Wow. You care for your ex husband? That was also the case in another ward where I was. The bloke, aged in his 70s was a bit of a solitary character and mostly alone, but his ex wife came every day. I’m still friends with my ex, and early in the piece there was some discussion about whether or not he should be told. I’m a great believer that, so long as you end on friendly terms, you should always value and treasure your relationships with your exs because, obviously somrthing brought you together in the first place. Yes, would love to meet you Penny. Many thanks Andrew, yes that call from Clayton, in a very similar situation was wonderful.
I’m one of those hidden followers that enjoy your writing and yet rarely speak. We share a love for the Northern Rivers. I felt that I couldn’t stay silent over this change in your life. You sound very resilient and optimistic and, whilst I know there must be moments of real sorrow and loss, I admire this and know that you will continue this new journey of growth. My very best wishes and thanks for your creative talents.
Many thanks Sally for your beautiful comment.
Hi Sally, my sincere thanks for your wonderfully perceptive comments and best wishes. Hopefully these posts will also be able to help someone else who finds themselves in a similar position.