Showing posts with label Interhealth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Interhealth. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Day 94: Sex, Lies and Videotapes

It’s the first Tuesday of the month so I bunk off work early and get the train up to London to visit those nice folk at VentureCo. Each month they put on an evening presentation at the InterHealth office in Waterloo for potential volunteers or for those who have already signed up but have a pile of questions to ask.

I am slightly disappointed that there is only one other person: a young man who is unsure about everything - how long he might go for, not sure which part of the world he’s interested in and whether he really wants to be a volunteer at all.

He is on a tight schedule so the presenter, Jenny, had her work cut out to “sell” him the VentureCo concept. I’m not sure how successful she is but that wasn’t her fault. I’m not sure he has ever done a day’s trekking in his life let alone attempt the Inca Trail on his first outing. By the end of the presentation, I wish that another year I would have time for a Gap Year as I really fancy some of the other options on offer...maybe when I retire?

It is nice to chat to Jenny and it made my venture all the more real knowing that in just under six weeks I would be on my way.

As I eat chicken with black bean sauce in my favourite Noodle Bar, I add a few more items to my To Do list. Top of the list is: buy second-hand camera.

But first I have to do some research.

I have no idea where to start other than "Digital SLR camera" and my budget is limited to no more than £250.

Thank goodness for Ebay.

I get over a thousand suitable matches. I filter it down to 380 and then I pick by brand. I spend the rest of the evening going mad learning about all the different features but am no closer to knowing which camera is the best for my needs and my purse.

Tomorrow I’m going to check out my local specialist camera shop – Ronald White and phone a friend who may be able to help me find my way round the mysterious world of binoculars.

In case you were wondering about the sex and videotapes...well, I lied...but I’m sure it got you reading to the end just in case?

Monday, 16 March 2009

Day 44: Jabs and Cats

I am now registered with Interhealth. Not sure what extra benefit this gives me that my GP cannot provide but as they appear to be experts in health for travellers I ring them anyway.

We talk about the jabs I’ll need: the usual culprits – diphtheria, tetanus, polio and typhoid.

I ask about malaria. Mozzies love (or is it hate) me! The news is good: there is no malaria on Galapagos. Just wish there were no mozzies. It’s a different matter if I am going away from Quito but as I’m only staying in the capital for a couple of days and it is situated far too high, 285o metres, for mosquitoes, I won’t have time to venture into malaria country.

Yellow fever is not required as I’ve not been to or come from anywhere that has it.

Hepatitis A & B and rabies are discussed...

Hepatitis A is required (though I only need the booster as I’ve been “done” before), and although I’m going to be a volunteer Hepatitis B is usually only recommended for those volunteers where contact with blood is involved such as in a medical environment. Amazingly, if I had needed it, I have left it rather late to get in the full four doses for Hep B, so lucky for me I don’t need it.

Rabies: there isn’t rabies on Galapagos but there is on mainland Ecuador. Again, I manage to escape this jab as I had my full course of three when I travelled to Buenos Aires and Patagonia three years ago. At approx £50 a shot, I’m quite relieved!

Having the rabies jab doesn’t stop you getting the virus; it buys you just about 24 hours in order to get to a hospital, so it’s worth paying £150 for the whole course as 1000 miles to the mainland is a long way when the clock’s ticking! Despite being vaccinated, if you were bitten you would just have to hope all planes weren’t grounded that day due to fog!

Talking about rabid animals reminds me I need to check that my neighbour can look after my cat. Not that he’s rabid of course, but he is an animal and rather elderly at that. After many years of not having a pet and just being able to take off on my travels without having to worry about kennels or catteries, I’m still not used to thinking about holiday care for my cat.

My cat used to belong to my brother but after having a tussle with a London red double-decker bus felt that the cat would benefit more from living with me in the country than being in the suburbs.

So, now at the age of approximately 16, my cat moved here with me and woe betide all other feline intruders to his garden. He only has one-eye and certainly plays on that – but don’t be fooled: he can see better than most but he uses the sympathy card all too often and I swear he gets at least three square meals a day courtesy of my near neighbours!

My neighbour and her partner spoil him rotten and are his official surrogate parents. I’m almost inclined to believe that as I’ve not been away for a while, he’s at the stage where he’s actually waiting for the day I pack my rucksack in the car so he can be pampered 100% by them. When I get back, he will sulk of course but I’m also long enough in the tooth not to be fooled by that behaviour. After all, I am the mother of two adult children. Been there and got the t-shirt!

He’ll get his chance in about six weeks time when I go to Scotland to stay with my friend.