Costa Rica, River Pacuare, White Water Rafting

In infront of Turrialba Volcano

Well today was the day. While our jobs in Cost Rica hung in the balance Ian and I decided to dip our feet a little deeper into the water and try out white water rafting instead of pondering our future.  What better place to do this than the Pacuare River in Costa Rica?  Here is our story. . . 

The scene was set beautifully with a two hour drive through some of Costa Rica’s perfect landscape of rolling volcanic hills.  We set off from our hotel in Escazu, San Jose at 6am on the dot. Of course quite a bit earlier than we were used to however, the breakfast stop just near Bueno Vista at about 8am was a picture perfect place to wake up and smell the super fresh air. 


Volcano TurrialboScoffing down eggs, fresh fruit and Pinto Gallo (some local dish consisting of mushy rice, meat and beans) which they assured us was a normal local breakfast, we spent most of our time marveling at our next one day trip, the volcano Turrialba.

Getting our breifing.

About 30mins after breakfast we arrived at our launch point into the river Pacuare.  Suited up in our geeky but all important safety gear we listened intensely to our guide, Ali from Cost Rica Expeditions who was explaining the commands that would help us to Read more…

Scott McGreggor’s Trains

When I was in high school (Deakin High in Canberra) I made a few trips to Jimmy Davey’s farm out just beyond Mudgee in Central NSW.  We had great times there that’s for sure however one of the most fascinating places we visited was a farm where Jimmy’s uncle (Scott McGreggor) kept his train set.  A few weeks ago my mum found this link about what has transformed from a couple of carriges on the side of the hill to something fantastic.  Check it out!

10 Things Every Parent Should Remember

I found these helpful hints from Focus on the Family on a tag stuck to some clothes.  I liked it a lot so put it up here to share with you.  I didn’t ask the authors, James Dobson, Inc. for permission but I’m guessing they will be ok with me sharing thier thoughts amoungst my friends.  I had a look for thier website too but couldn’t find it.  Maybe they will contact me if they get upset with the reproduction???

  1. Children thrive best in an atmosphere of guenuine love and undergirded by reasonable, consistent discipline.
  2. Heredity does not equip a child with proper attitudes: children learn only what they are taught!
  3. The footsteps a child follows are most likely to be the ones his parents thought they covered up.
  4. Praise and criticism at home should be distributed as evenly as possible.
  5. It is through loving control that parents ecpress personal worth to a child.
  6. If you never allow a child to want something, he’ll never enjoy the plreasure of receiving it.
  7. There are so many necessary “no’s” in life that we should say “yes” whenever we can.
  8. Grandparents can be invaluable to the world of little people. For one thing, “They are the only grown-ups who have time.”
  9. trying to control children by yelling is as utterly futile as trying to steer a car by honking the horn.
  10. Loving discipline cncourages a child to respect other epople and live as a responsible, constructive citizen.

Who changed my socks?

It seems a bit strange but our boy, Richard doesn’t like changing his socks!

If there is a way out of it he will find it and if there is a way to do it Babuliya will find it. Two great minds at war over socks!!!

It has gotten to the stage where he will wear a pair of socks from bath time to bath time and avoid taking a bath for as long as possible to extend his time in the socks.  They just don’t get removed for anything!  The usual cycle is going to sleep with socks on, not wanting to change them in the morning, then walking to school in the same socks, then sports at school, then home, then to bed again and so it continues. Just keep the socks on at all costs.

What seems to be the major problem with changing socks? Well as it turns out it is the seems in the toes of the socks. If he can feel them even one little bit then he gets very, very agitated and getting a pair of shoes on him in this condition is like trying to . . .  I don’t know what it’s like, there is no comparison!!!

 So Babuliya has devised a very engenious way of getting fresh socks on to the kid, at his most volunerable moment! When is that? When he is asleep! :)  She waits until he has fallen asleep and then quietly swaps the old, in need of a change, socks for crisp fresh new ones.

Now today the plan went as usual and completely un noticed by Richard until. . .  He got to physical education at school. When he was changing into his sports shoes he noticed that his socks had changed and was of course bemused about how it could possibly have happened, after all this was the first time he had even noticed that his socks had been changed without his knowing.  Later that night Babuliya asked him “Richard, did you notice anything different today?”  He replied calmly “yea, you changed my socks while I was asleep!”

So now it looks like we are going to progress to gettting almost fully dressed for school while asleep to avoid any early morning conflicts.

Dictation for 7 year olds???

I can’t remember so far back but I don’t think that 7-8 year olds were doing such complicated dictation at school. Maybe someone who supervised me at school can can correct me?

dictation3minus.jpgAnyway Richard had a difficult time about
a week ago and achieved a 3- out of 5
for his dictation at school.

I can’t go into the details of what the mistakes were because I really have no idea.  My Russian reading is OKish with the big letters but the little ones get confusing.  I mean take a look at the last word in the picture below right, what the hell is that?  Well I can tell you, it says ‘mishi’ which means many mice!

dictation5.jpgSo getting back to the dictation, after getting in trouble from Mum and Grandma Richard put in a fantastic effort and proudly brought home a 5 for signing! Now not only was there a proud kid but also an even prouder Mum and Grandma.

Scaring the life out of himself - Richard

The other day Richard digging in his cupboards unearthed a mask that we used in a fancy dress management party a few years back.  It is a pretty tame mask really but when you aren’t expecting to see it on someone it does take you by suprize.  So Richard prancing around the house creeping up on people and scaring them seemed pretty funny from his perspective until. . . .

104_0426_resize.JPGHe took a look at himslef in the mirror with the mask on.  A couple of short deep breaths and then screamed and ran into the bedroom in hysterics. Several minutes of cudling and soothing brought his breath back but still sobbing some 10 minutes later.  Mum asked him, “why were you scared, you put it on?” He replied “but I didn’t see it on me so I wasn’t scared.”

Now he knows better not to scare people!

Art on the Moscow Metro?

cimg3354_resize.jpgThe metro in Moscow is full of suprizes.  Usually not very pleasant ones but the pictures below tell a different story!

I’m not sure how long this train was running but it certainly was nice to ride on.

I’ll try to get a comparison picture in the next few days so you can see the difference!

Too many smokers in Moscow

The proportion of people who smoke in Moscow (probarbly all of Russian actually) seems much higher than it is.  I live overlooking a metro station in central Moscow and (depending on the time of day) the proportion of smokers Vs non smokers is about 60 / 40!  Really, it is!  I can explain though.

Ash TrayAs smoking is not allowed on the metro and people generally spend at least 15 and up to 60 minutes underground, smokers are usually gasping for a nicotine fix by the time they finish riding the long, long escalators to the nice fresh air above.  As soon as the chance arrises they light up joinging those at the begining of thier journey who are taking their last puffs before making the descent into the metro.  As a result of this some times frenzied smoking the average passer by has little option but to catch a couple of breaths of second hand smoke as a hazardous by product of using the Moscow Metro.

Another scene that takes some getting used to is seeing people walking and smoking.  Just beyond the metro is the most obvious place to see this of course.  The amount of people that I have seen walking at a brisk pace, not just wandering around smoking is amazing.  It’s like a double trauma to the body, increase the heart rate and at the same time replace the oxygen that your body is trying to get with smoke??? 

 The final most amazing scene unfolded this evening while I was cycling along the Moscow river approaching the Kremlin.  It was about 24 degrees c with a slight breeze rippling the river making the sunset very impressive indeed, perfect cycling weather in a perfect setting.  I approached a young girl (about 17 or 18 years old) riding along at a not to fast, not to slow pace and as I got closer I could smell cigar smoke.  Sure enough there she was cruising along smoking a thin cigar!  Now that is taking smoking just a bit too far I think.

Just to finish off.  I’m not out to change the world about smoking I just can’t believe that people spend so much time trying to live in environmentally healthy areas, complain when nasty air conditioning systems make them sick, complain when someone has bad BO near them (especially so on the metro!) and then light up creating a mini poison zone all around them???

Strange question on the metro today.

1120pm sitting in a wagon at Kievskaya station (central Moscow) with several other youngish folks.  Doors still open waiting to move off toward Smolenskaya station one stop down the line (also central Moscow) and a purposeful, intelegent looking lady in her mid 50s steps in.  Announcing to the whole wagon and to nobody in particular ‘is this central?’ (Eto v senter?).  

Being completely ingored was to be expected with a question like that on that train at that station as we were in the center of Moscow on a train line with several central stops either side of our station one of which is the end of the line.  So in short she was already in the center and only going to stay in the center or stay on the train and head out of the center.

Anyway the whole carrige kept blank faces or continued thier conversations only to be interrupted by a now agressive and not so intelegent looking lady repeating her question only louder, ‘is this central?’ (Eto v center?). 

Another pause with still no answer saw her demanding, ‘answer my question!‘ (atverchaet moi vopros). 

The guy opposite me broke the impass and asked her politely, ‘center of what?‘ (Kakoe v center?)

 Snapping back, ‘center of Moscow!’ (vsenter Moskva).

Still politely the guy replied ‘this is the center!’ (eto vsenter Moskva!)

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get the information that she was looking for she got off.  The guy didn’t say anything after that, just looked as amazed as I think I looked wondering what the hell just happened there.

Moscow Metro is great!

Counting Sheep

We had a prett long day today. The day started out with three early school lessons to catch up on the four days that we missed last week after our car tour around the Golden Ring.  The lessons when down well enough that he earnt himself to a trip to the movies to catch the latest Mr. Bean.  For dinner we had a massive bowl of Spag Bol which took a bit longer to make than expected.  So by the time it and the strawberry ice cream desert (unusual treat) were gone we had one tired kid on our hands.  Unfortunately our tired kid had trouble getting to sleep.  

To isolate him from the sound of the TV and my tapping on the computer we put him down in our room.  About an hour later we crept in to check on him and straigt away he rolled over and said “counting sheep doesn’t help!”  What a sweet kid!  Mum advised him to try with his eyes closed and within 3 minutes it did the trick.

Nigh-night Richard. :)

Upmarket Supermarket - Superbitch!

Today I dropped into an upmarket supermarket Azbuka here in Moscow.  A brand new location for this famous chain but none the less they managed to fill it up with cashiers with diplomas in antibusiness majoring in organizational destruction.

 As I aproached the line of shiny new cash desks I was faced with a choice of at least five neatly uniformed young to middle aged cashiers.  How to choose?  Well the cashier closest to me was an easy option which I soon regretted.  As I placed my 112ruble ($4.35) loaf of freshly baked wholemeal bread on the conveyor she caught sight of the 1,000 ruble note that I was preparing to pay with. . . .  This is where the troubles started!

Quite calmly but matter of factly she announced ‘Without change I won’t’ (bez zadacha, ya ne budu)!  Quite often it is the case that shops run short of change but it’s just as common for the cashier to ask for small change quite politely, even in Russia.  So I showed her all the small change I had, which wasn’t enough of course and we stood staring at each other wondering who was going to break sentense next.  I knew if it was me she would come off much worse.

Before long she said, ‘give me the 10 rubles’ refering to the note that she saw in my small change.  I handed it over knowing that it didn’t help her reduce the amount of change that she had to give me. Snatching it from me and angrilly punching the amount into the key pad was expected and acceptable behaviour from her now so I let it slide without incident.  Next though was different.

When she opened the till to place the money and get the change I noticed that there was money of all denominations in plenty sufficient quantity for our transaction.  Here is the exchange that followed:

[Me] Rudely but not as bad as I could have been ‘what’s that’s not enough?’

[Her] Point blank ‘If I give this to you then there will be nothing left for the next customer!’

[Me] ‘There is plenty there so what was the point in telling me that without change you won’t sell it?’

[Her] No response, just a stupid direct stare.

[Me] Still calm but getting ruder ‘this is complete rubbish, not my problem and anyway doesn’t mean you have to talk like you did!’

By this time I had my change, had made my point and was on my way with my toasty warm and expensive bread.  Looking back the cashier was of course recounting our conversation from her perspective to the remaining cashiers.

Each time I make it through an incident like this I think, how much money can a good well run business with polite staff make in this town???

Australian Citizenship Application

I know from personal experience that it is hard to get even a visa to Australia and now they have uped the ante on Autralian citizenship as well.  The attached PDF is the questionaire to be used in all new applications for Australian Citizenship.

After not living in Australia since 1995 I even found some of the questions a little tricky, see how you go.  Do you qualify for Australian Citizenship?

Australian Citizenship Application

Two little pigs???

Today we went to a market (Rinok) near our house and found out what really happened to the three little pigs! One of them was being prepared for dinner and the other two were ready to go!

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Narodni Artist - News Paper Clipping

Well not often I make it to a news paper. Today was an exceptional exception making when I made it quite accidently to Mir Novesti (РњР˜Р? РќРћР?РћРЎРўР?Р?) a popular weekly journal in Moscow

clippinggomansmall.jpgOur PR manager sprung a last minute oppertunity onto us to show Russia’s first ‘Narodny Artist’ (People’s Artist) Alexey Goman what a day in the life of a dealer in a casino is like. With no time to get together people to look like players I managed to get in a few photos and one of them became the lead photo for the aritcle.

Alexey was pretty amazed at our industry mostly how it differs from what people imagine as portrayed in the movies. There was no smoke, no agressive customers, plenty of women (young and old) playing slots and most of all nice, intellegent, polite young staff.

The clipping says that the punters (players) were at first suprised to see Alexey in the property and then confused when he put on a dealers vest. They crowded with much interest.

Still doesn’t beat meeting Bony M during a promotion in Shangri La but is up there with meeting Malikov, Penkin and Hi-Fi in previous promotions.

No more candies!

This morning Elena walked Richard to school. The usual way it goes is that whoever walks him to school carries his bag until they get close to the school grounds. Then there is a pit stop where he takes of his hat and gloves and puts on his school bag to look ‘cool’ when he arrives.

Today went just as planned except during the pit stop a cute little girl from his class poked her head inbetween Elena and Ricahrd smiling at Richard without saying a word. She then turned and hopped off to school.

Richard with his usual little boy vs little girl aggression said something under his breath. When Elena questioned him about why he isn’t nice to the little girl he said he said “nothing, I’ve just had enough of her and her chocolates and candies every day!”

Aparently her name is Dina and he has complained to Babuliya before that she isn’t a girl she is just Dina.

Let’s wait to see how he likes Dina in 10-12 years!