The past week has been hectic and crazy for a couple reasons. First, I was I was sick and it hit me like a ton of bricks. One minute I was on my feet feeling good, the next minute I'm bundled in all the clothes and towels and blankets I could find, still freezing and wondering when my head would stop pounding. All this while Jamie stood over me with my camera, taking pictures of me, telling me how cute I looked all bundled up. Yeah, thanks. That's really what I wanted to hear right about then.
The debilitating fever only kept me down for a night, though. A combination of factors probably led to my sickness. Everyone seems to be getting sick, and then I was working at Anagram and with the breakfast documentary that was shooting at the time. The running around in the cold with the camera equipment probably had the most effect on it. But finally it ended. Being sick is one of those things that everyone has to go through, but when it starts to happen, and you feel the sickness just about to rush in and blitz your sinuses, I cant help to wonder: Why now?
Unfortunately for the Czech workers in Anagram, they came down with some virus and all are bedridden. Which makes me wonder if I happened to be the one who passed it on. The other American working in the bookshop, Brent, isn't sick. He made a quip about the 'superiority of our race' to Pavel, the manager. Understandably, he was not amused. Then again, I would never put anything past his dark humor.
So I said goodbye to the documentary crew last night over dinner. They were good guys and are only at the beginning of their journey. It is sad to see them go. A part of me wants to continue with their shoot, stops in Budapest, Nice, Barcelona and Marakesh. But I am happy enough here to be in Prague. I shot off an email to one of my fellow EAP alumni who is still living in Budapest, gave him Bryan's (the director) email, and told him to expect them. So hopefully he will be able to get them into contact with his local friends and show them the sites.
The documentary was pretty funny. It's all about breakfast, and what different cultures eat for breakfast (if they eat it at all). We would interview people out on the streets of Prague and the answers ranged from eggs to pig legs. And most of these people spoke broken English at best, so Henrik, the host, had to do a little deciphering on the beat to keep the subject talking. It was fun and good to watch. And be part of a shoot again. I miss that lifestyle and the work.
Their production office is up in Sweden, so I told them if they ever needed an editor, to shoot me a call. I wouldnt mind a trip up to Sweden. Plus, Henrik was telling me its warmer than Prague. Which is hard to believe, considering how farther north it is. I guess I'll just have to find out.
What else is going on...Jamie's friend Katie came in from the States two days ago. I was worried about her staying with us for a second there, but we hit it off so nothing to worry about. We went out to a dance club called Akropolis last night with the rest of Jamie's TEFL students, now graduated. It was fun to a point. Akropolis was less of what I was expecting, which is too bad. There was a drunk old man dancing and sloshing a beer around. A woman in a wheelchair was out in the middle of the dance floor, and I thought that was pretty awesome to see. I have no idea how she ended up in that chair but I was glad to see she had never given up. There were a line of men staring at the girls dancing. It reminded me of when Jamie and I were in Split, Croatia, and a US naval regiment had just docked, and all the men were sex starved and eyes aggogle. I've never seen so many guys blatantly stare at the female half of a couple. It was ridiculous. Thats what it felt like, but it was in a dark room with music and packed with a bunch of drunk American girls.
The debilitating fever only kept me down for a night, though. A combination of factors probably led to my sickness. Everyone seems to be getting sick, and then I was working at Anagram and with the breakfast documentary that was shooting at the time. The running around in the cold with the camera equipment probably had the most effect on it. But finally it ended. Being sick is one of those things that everyone has to go through, but when it starts to happen, and you feel the sickness just about to rush in and blitz your sinuses, I cant help to wonder: Why now?
Unfortunately for the Czech workers in Anagram, they came down with some virus and all are bedridden. Which makes me wonder if I happened to be the one who passed it on. The other American working in the bookshop, Brent, isn't sick. He made a quip about the 'superiority of our race' to Pavel, the manager. Understandably, he was not amused. Then again, I would never put anything past his dark humor.
So I said goodbye to the documentary crew last night over dinner. They were good guys and are only at the beginning of their journey. It is sad to see them go. A part of me wants to continue with their shoot, stops in Budapest, Nice, Barcelona and Marakesh. But I am happy enough here to be in Prague. I shot off an email to one of my fellow EAP alumni who is still living in Budapest, gave him Bryan's (the director) email, and told him to expect them. So hopefully he will be able to get them into contact with his local friends and show them the sites.
The documentary was pretty funny. It's all about breakfast, and what different cultures eat for breakfast (if they eat it at all). We would interview people out on the streets of Prague and the answers ranged from eggs to pig legs. And most of these people spoke broken English at best, so Henrik, the host, had to do a little deciphering on the beat to keep the subject talking. It was fun and good to watch. And be part of a shoot again. I miss that lifestyle and the work.
Their production office is up in Sweden, so I told them if they ever needed an editor, to shoot me a call. I wouldnt mind a trip up to Sweden. Plus, Henrik was telling me its warmer than Prague. Which is hard to believe, considering how farther north it is. I guess I'll just have to find out.
What else is going on...Jamie's friend Katie came in from the States two days ago. I was worried about her staying with us for a second there, but we hit it off so nothing to worry about. We went out to a dance club called Akropolis last night with the rest of Jamie's TEFL students, now graduated. It was fun to a point. Akropolis was less of what I was expecting, which is too bad. There was a drunk old man dancing and sloshing a beer around. A woman in a wheelchair was out in the middle of the dance floor, and I thought that was pretty awesome to see. I have no idea how she ended up in that chair but I was glad to see she had never given up. There were a line of men staring at the girls dancing. It reminded me of when Jamie and I were in Split, Croatia, and a US naval regiment had just docked, and all the men were sex starved and eyes aggogle. I've never seen so many guys blatantly stare at the female half of a couple. It was ridiculous. Thats what it felt like, but it was in a dark room with music and packed with a bunch of drunk American girls.
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