Month: October 2014

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Batik class in Ubud

Ok, I’ll admit it, I felt a little bit like I was in the “Eat Pray Love” movie. J decided to stay in the hotel by the pool for the day and we arranged to meet again for dinner. This meant I had about 8h just for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with J when we travel, but I also like having time to myself. I decided to do the batik class on a whim. As I walked past the gate of the museum I realised that I was the only one taking the batik class that day. An old man in a sarong was laying out canvas, paper templates and bottles of paint on a roofed terrace outside one of the museum buildings. He asked me to sit down and my class started. He spoke very little English but we could understand each other just fine. He was an art teacher in a local art college, he told me. Next time I wanted to have an art class I should come to his …

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Balinese countryside: Munduk

Having arrived at night, I wasn’t able to appreciate the beauty of this place until the next morning. We were staying in a homestay – a type of a place where local families rent a couple of rooms out in their own compound. You would eat with them, and usually are welcome to participate in their daily activities such as making an offering in a family temple (every household has one, from modest to very ornate ones), working in the field and sitting down for an evening meal. Our homestay was more modern, we stayed in a bungalow in the garden, with an open roof bathroom and more bugs than we were used to having in a bedroom. Munduk is a small village located in the remote part of Northern Bali, near Bedugul region known for temples and waterfalls. The next day we arranged to go for a walk around the plantations and hills. Our guide, Ponk, was a local guy who worked on clove plantations. He was getting married soon he told us, and …

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Ulun Danu Temple and Northern Bali

I could hear the frogs singing on the rice terraces, the air was warm but the humidity of the day subsided in our village called Mas. The wind was rustling the palm leaves behind the hedge. I took a map of Bali and started planning, feeling slightly overwhelmed. I haven’t travelled to the other side of the world to see things I could just as well visit in Europe after all. There were temples, waterfalls, beaches and volcanoes waiting to be explored. I wondered about how modern travel is different to journeys in the 19th and 20th century. I have already seen the temples I was going to visit online. Was there any point? Should I not have researched Bali before coming here? Was the fear of missing out stronger than my longing for adventure and exploration? Gusti had the biggest smile and a voice of somebody who smoked too many cigarettes. I bit my tongue and didn’t mention the deadly consequences of his habit. Before too long we were on our way, chatting with …

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Psychiatria nie taka straszna…

Nigdy nie myślałam, że w pewnym momencie mojego życia spędzę pięć tygodni na oddziale psychiatrycznym; że pacjenci będą mi mówić o swoich najskrytszych lękach, sytuacjach z dzieciństwa, o których nikt nie chciałby pamiętać, a jednak nie może zapomnieć. Studiowanie medycyny jest dziwną sprawą pod tym względem. Okazuje się, że ludzie chcą się otwierać przed studentami czasem nawet bardziej niż przed własnym lekarzem. W przypadku pacjentów cierpiących na choroby myśli, trudniej to ocenić; czasem nie wiem, czy pacjent wie, kim jest, dlaczego się tu znajduje. Czy może w takim przypadku podjąć świadomą decyzję o tym, czy chce wyjawić swoje sekrety studentce, która chce poćwiczyć zbieranie wywiadu psychiatrycznego? Trudno powiedzieć. Uśmiech maniaka Wchodzę na oddział i uderza mnie zapach świeżo malowanych ścian. Nie mam karty wstępu, więc naciskam srebrny guzik domofonu i czekam. Nikt nie odpowiada. Pani sprzątaczka wychodzi akurat z wiadrem przez wahadłowe drzwi. „Hello, my name is Maggie, I’m one of the medical students…” – szybko recytuję dobrze wyćwiczoną formułkę. „Aye, that’s fine, doctors’ office is at the end of the corridor, on the right …

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Wzloty i upadki czyli dwa tygodnie na SORze

‘Everybody should walk through an Emergency Room at least once in their life because it makes you realise what your priorities are. It’s not the ‘rush rush rush’ and the ‘money money money’, it’s the people you love and the fact that one minute they might be there and one minute they might be gone”   – Liz Hobbs, King’s A&E Consultant     Jako pacjentka byłam na Szpitalnym Oddziale Ratunkowym tylko raz. W podstawówce podtknęłam się o własną noge próbując zrobić dwutakt na wuefie.  Moja stopa dziwnie się wygieła i w podskokach na jednej nodze udałam sie do szkolnej pielęgniarki. Szpital, gips do kolana przez 3 tygodnie. Super było. Żałowałam, że nie zaliczyłam złamania, które byłoby powodem do dumy i robiło większe wrażenie na koleżankach niż zwichnięcie.   Teraz jestem na A&E codziennie po okolo 6-7h przez pięć tygodni. Mój szpital, jeden z dużych wiktoriańskich budowli z poczerniałego od smogu piaskowca, dobrze pamięta czasy kiedy gruźlicy wylegiwali się na jego półokrągłych balkonach w nadziei na parę promieni słońca. Wchodzę przez boczne wejscie i myślę, …

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On names

1. I walk past two elephant skeletons at the entrance to the wing of the old medical school building in Edinburgh. I’m here to meet my director of studies at Edinburgh University. I take a seat opposite him, slightly nervous.  I’m 19 years old and it’s my 3rd day in Scotland. He looks at my name written in his note. “Mal…Mmm..- how do you say your name?” “It’s Małgorzata, the equivalent of Margaret in Polish. But most people call me Gosia. Goh-shyah”, I repeat slowly. “What a lovely name”, he says. I don’t hear much convinction. “Thank you”, I want to believe him. 2. “Is your name ‘Russia’?  – asks a girl in one of my first classes. “No, but it’s close! It’s pronounced Goh-shyah. It’s a diminutive of Margaret, only in Polish.” “Oh, ok. Please never mention to anyone that I thought your name was Russia!” (We become very good friends and still laugh about this story. ) 3. After finishing my first degree, I decide to move to Glasgow university to study medicine. …

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Mount Batur trek Bali

I set the alarm for 1.45 am and prepared all the long sleeved clothes I brought with me. Surely it was not going to be as cold as we were told, but it’s better to be prepared. Blurry-eyed we met our driver at 2 am and collected breakfast boxes with fruit of unrecognisable shapes and unknown names (snake skin fruit anyone?). A 2h drive later, a bit confused why there was a guide and a driver with us in the car, we stopped at the foot of a mountain, the darkness around us so black I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Our guide introduced us to yet another guide and off we went. Why didn’t we bring head torches, I thought. What if he’s a serial killer? (He wasn’t.) Why aren’t there any other tourists? We climbed for about 40 minutes, clutching small torches in our cold hands. Our new guide offered to take my hand so I wouldn’t trip and fall, and at first reluctantly, but then gratefully, I took …

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My commute in pictures

My commute hasn’t involved train journeys for over two years now, so today was a rare treat. I had a day of classes in the Prince and Princess of Wales hospice, which is located on the bank of river Clyde, a walking distance from the Central Station. People were rushing to wherever they needed to be for 9am. Trains arriving and departing, like people to and from this Earth. I crossed the bridge and thought about what the day had in store for me. I learnt about pain,  symptoms, receptors, management, pain ladder, disease, dying. The afternoon came and after I left the hospice, I waited for my train home, wandering the streets of central Glasgow mindlessly for an hour, taking pictures. I’d like to live in Glasgow one day. Maybe next year? Who knows… PS. I spotted this on my train back from Glasgow.

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Gallery wall

I finally got round to finishing the gallery wall in our living room. It was on my to do list for longer than I’d like to admit. Of course I didn’t hang the pictures – J did all the measurements and drilling. I’m very happy with how it turned out and love that the first thing I see in the morning when I come to the living room/kitchen to make coffee is the picture of Polish Tatra mountains. We bought cheap frames from IKEA and printed the photos at our local printers. They were between £0.50 and £10 per piece, depending on size. I’m not entirely happy with the contrast and colours of the prints, I think this was to do with the ink quality as we didn’t go for the professional grade printing. I read on many blogs that the best way to arrange a gallery wall is to use paper and washi tape and prepare a mock up gallery on the wall. But I find that this is too time consuming. We simply …

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Welcome to The Fleeting Day

Welcome to my new blog. I have thought about moving my blog to wordpress site for a long time now, and finally got round to doing it this weekend. I also came up with  a new name -I felt that Strolling About was too generic and didn’t really reflect what I was writing about any more. Head to my About page to find out how “The Fleeting Day” came about. I hope you like the new layout. All feedback is very welcome – I will still be tweaking various parts of the website. I have so many posts to write up: I’d like to finally finish our Bali travelogue, report on our trip to Highlands and Hebrides and post a few life updates as well. Before going to Bali we bought a GoPro camera so I have gigabytes of footage to go through and hopefully I’ll put together a bunch of videos from our summer travels too. So here is to the new beginnings! I hope you’ll stick around and join me in this new-not-so-new journey. …