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“would you like cholera with that?”

“Yes. Yes I would.”

I’ve never gotten vaccinated before travelling in the past, because I’ve only ever visited developed western countries. Now that China is barely a month away, I’ve gone the pin-cushion route to travel safety: “just jab me with everything ya got.”

That meant three injections today, covering me for Hepatitis A and B, Typhoid, Tetanus, Diptheria, Pertussis and Polio. And two cupfuls of drink for the above-mentioned Cholera. But in true Demtel fashion, there’s more to come: in a month’s time I’ll get a second jab for Hep A and B, and Meningitus too if it’s back in stock.

Next year promises more fun: round three of the Hep cycle (but after that I’ll be vaccinated for 20 years), plus Rabies and some of the choice mosquito-borne nasties such as Japanese B Encephalitis. Expensive overall, but I choose to believe the hype (“it’s the best travel insurance you’ll ever get!”)

Apart from that, it’s been a very busy day:

  • I went for my first run in over two weeks, a 9km jaunt around the Quay before breakfast;
  • I went to work for three hours until midday;
  • I obtained from the Supreme Court the second-last piece of paper needed to become Irish;
  • I tried to lodged it with the Consulate, but they had closed for the Melbourne Cup;
  • I reserved storage space in Kirrawee, in preparation for my impending departure from The Rocks;
  • I placed a (losing) bet on the Melbourne Cup;
  • I picked up my car from the mechanics. They say it’s safe now, but I’m still going to check it constantly with my new CO monitor.
  • I went to the Registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages and picked up the last piece of paper I need for my Irish-ness. Woo hoo!
  • I signed up for intensive one-on-one Mandarin lessons, which start tomorrow.

I’m having a quiet night tonight.

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trial pack

Packing for a trip away is usually a last-minute thing for me, because the trip is rarely longer than a couple of days. I can (and all too often do) throw some things in the bag just before heading to the airport, and pick up any forgotten items at the destination if really necessary.

But China is going to be a different proposition altogether: one whole month, with everything I take being carried on my back for extended periods of time. I’ve done backpacking before of course, and know how heavy every unnecessary gram can be. But this time I want to be totally prepared as I’ve no idea how hard or easy it will be to buy things outside of the major cities.

So last Friday night I laid out all the essentials on my bed and fitted them into the pack. Space wasn’t a problem – in fact there is plenty of room to spare in my 70+15 litre pack – but the weight did seem borderline. I figured the only way to give it a proper test was to actually go somewhere and lug it around for a while. With an unexpectedly empty weekend ahead, I decided to go to Central early Saturday morning and see what my options for a hiking daytrip were…

The Blue Mountains were the most likely, I thought before I got to Central, but didn’t appeal too much because I’ve been there plenty of times. I really wanted to go somewhere new that wasn’t too far or expensive to get to – which turned out to be Bundanoon. At the end of the Southern Highlands line, it’s still technically part of the Cityrail network but takes almost three hours on two trains and a bus to get there. For $25 same-day return, it seemed perfect. 

And it was, even more than I’d realised. For starters it’s pretty remote: only one other person took the bus from Moss Vale with me. Quite a pretty village too, with one decent cafe, one bad cafe, an odd general store and of course a pub. It was a cool, sometimes drizzly day and there is a national park with several bushwalks only 1.5km from the township. A great chance to test my new gear for warmth (did I mention it will get well below zero while I’m China?). I walked for about two hours with pack on back, trekking down (and up) the aptly-named Constitution Hill on my way out to the Grand Canyon lookout.

Overall a good test. Lessons learnt: I need new walking shoes (tick – that was Sunday’s mission), I need to trim the weight a bit, and I definitely need a warmer jacket for China. What I’ve got simply won’t be enough in sub-zero conditions :-/

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My car is trying to kill me

Normally with a heading like that you’d expect this to be a light-hearted, hopefully humorous piece about my car. I wish that were the case, but sadly this post is deadly serious and a warning to others: I’ve just discovered that my car has been seeping carbon monoxide into the cabin. I’ve been slowly getting poisoned over the last four months, and if I hadn’t heard a similar story from a friend I might never have realised it…

The alarms bells started ringing after hearing some great news from a friend in Jamberoo. For the past four years Steph has been driving to Canberra nearly every weekend to sell her paintings at the Kingston markets. And for the past four years she has been feeling tired and unwell on Mondays. She, me, her doctor and everyone else put the tiredness down to stress – as a struggling artist who has difficulties making ends meet every week, she simply can’t afford to take time off. However she has been forced to rest on Mondays (and increasingly Tuesdays too), because she simply was unable to work on those days after the long trip to and from Canberra. She felt too dazed, too ill, to do anything productive.

In fact it was getting so bad that she recently changed to doing the markets every second weekend, because the fallout from the trip to Canberra was getting worse and worse. However two weeks ago she changed cars, went to Canberra, and came back feeling fresh as daisy on the Monday. This was an amazing and pleasant surprise, as it had become a running (and grim) joke that she would always be wrecked for a couple of days after the trip.

Steph found the difference so stark that she joined some dots, did some internet research about carbon monoxide (CO) and realised that she had been suffering most of the symptoms of CO poisoning for several years. Tiredness, headache, inability to concentrate, dizziness, excessive thirst, sore throat… these were all the effects she had been feeling, all of which magically disappeared after she changed her car. They’re also the same sort of symptoms one gets with too much stress or suffering from a virus. Carbon monoxide is odourless, colourless and tasteless, and who ever thinks their car might be poisoning them?

Certainly not me, even though I’ve been suffering the same effects for months myself. For the past four months I have complained intermittently of all of the symptoms above. As Mum went into hospital four months ago, and died three months ago, it was entirely reasonable to blame it all on stress. But in hindsight I realise it was also four months ago that I started driving Mum’s car. 

Hindsight’s a wonderful thing, and it all seems so obvious now. I only drive the car on weekends between Sydney and Gosford – during the week it sits on the street. I have usually been tired on the weekends, and often extremely tired on Mondays and Tuesdays. I’ve limited my running to the second half of each week, because I simply haven’t felt up to it until Wednesdays or Thursdays. I’ve stopped driving at night because I found the white lines on the freeway dangerously hypnotic. More than once between Sydney and Gosford, I’ve pulled over at Brooklyn for a rest because I’ve felt too tired or dizzy to keep driving safely. 

It never once entered my head that the car could be responsible for all this. But as soon as I heard Steph’s story all the dots joined up, and I got scared. After several calls I finally found a mechanic who is able to test for CO leaks, and today he confirmed my car is indeed dangerous. It’s quite a relief to know there’s an external reason for my unwellness over the past few months – and also very concerning to know it would have continued much longer if I hadn’t heard Steph’s news. 

This whole story raises several terrifying questions. How many other cars are driving around with undiagnosed CO leaks? How many people are feeling ill because of it, but blaming other factors such as stress? Worst of all: how many accidents are caused by lack of concentration and dizziness due to CO poisoning?

I’ve read many side-stories in papers over the years about single-car accidents in country areas where a car has veered off the road and crashed, often at night. In cases where speed and alcohol are ruled out, the verdict is usually that the driver just “fell asleep”. That’s what happens when you get too much CO in your system.

 

http://www.silentshadow.org/carbon-monoxide-in-your-car.html

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day off

Today was the first complete day off I’ve had in a long time. No work, no tidying up of Mum’s house, no running, nothing. Bliss!

I woke up somewhat late, read the paper for a while on the back deck, then set off to Avoca Beach to lay in the sun while reading a book. “Shark’s Fin and Sichuan Pepper” by Fuschia Dunlop is a foodie’s memoir of living in China in the mid-1990s and early noughties, and it’s bloody good. Appetite whetted, I had a passable lunch of grilled snapper and chat potatoes with garlic mayonnaise at one of the two beachside cafes (the other one, The Point, is much better) before heading back to the house to pack up.

Then for something completely different: I met up with James at Gosford stadium to watch the Central Coast Mariners soccer team lose 1-0 to the Wellington Phoenix. A personal derby match if you will, as both Wellington and Gosford were the home towns I grew up in. It was a very dour game, prompting James to make the memorable comment at one point that the Phoenix were “avoiding the ball more than I did in high school”. 

But it was a great chance to test out my new camera by taking some action shots, and they turned out much better than expected. Most were taken at up to 300mm zoom equivalent, without a tripod, yet they were sharp with good resolution and colour despite the high speed setting:

Then a slow drive home before we had dinner at an old favourite: Mehrey da Dhaba on Cleveland Street. Lamb curry, malai kofta (cottage cheese, potato and sultana dumplings in a mild creamy sauce), peshwari naan, raita and rice, washed down with Coopers Pale Ale.

Seven thumbs for the meal, it rounded off a great day perfectly.

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Virgin blues

I’ve lived landline-free for almost six years, and for most of that time I’ve been with Virgin Mobile. I’ve been so happy with them that half a dozen friends have switched to them too, enticed by the low rates, generally reliable connection and friendly service. 

That service doesn’t extend to their phone “help” line, however. This week I had a problem with my bill, and spent 20 minutes on hold only to discover that the person at the other end of the line didn’t understand what I was talking about. I don’t mean his English was bad – though it was pretty obvious he was based overseas – he simply didn’t get what my problem was. We were both getting pretty frustrated, and in the end I said “forget it, I’ll go into their store in Sydney and sort it out in person”. Even though this meant taking an hour out of a Thursday evening, I thought there was an error in my favour of over $200 so it couldn’t be ignored.

As it turns out I was wrong, but the store manager very professionally and patiently explained my mistake. He also apologised for the poor helpline service and the fact that I had had to take the time to visit his store. A $100 “goodwill credit” on my account was most welcome.

In other news: it’s been an intense working week, my Chinese classes were cancelled and the first advertising about Mum’s house hits the streets tomorrow. I’ve been feeling quite run down with all the house-related effort, but it’s going to look spick and span for the viewings so I think it’s all worth it. I might actually get some time off this weekend…. beach anyone?

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