IS 2007/08: Part 5
January 3rd, 2008
We had to vacate our rooms by 09:00, so there was no chance of a lie-in. As had become par for the week, I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed after far too little sleep, this time feeling like death after my cold decided to bookend the holiday.
I’m not terribly good at tidying up, but I must admit to leaving a clean room in a matter of minutes. Mind you, that probably had something to do with my mess being the cause of the room looking like a bombsite in the first place. I merely binned it and voilà!
Anyway, my next job was to lug heavy stuff around. And curse. A lot.
Oh, and also check up on friends from Catalunia. They’d had to go to hospital after a doctor diagnosed their illness as bronchitis.
Anyway, 13 hours after starting the return journey, I arrived home and went straight to bed.
Thoughts On The IS:
This one was so much fun. It was probably the most packed Esperanto event that I’ve ever been to, even if my own participation in events was rather limited.
Here’s a list of some of the activities that were on offer:
An excursion every day to the local castle, swimming pool, historic town, and so forth.
Lessons on other languages including Russian, Arpintha, Cesa, Spanish …
Discussions on human rights, alternative energy forms, certain cultures (Catalan, Belgian, Dutch, German, Crimean, Ukrainian)
Presentations on autism, economics, jungling and acrobatics, scepticism, teaching methods …
Music from a variety of groups incorparating reggae, rock, rap, acoustic …
And the best I save till last: Kiu Volas Iĝi Milionulo. Legendary. Mark my words; the bar has been raised.
So, if you didn’t come to the IS, you missed out. The good news is that there’s another one, just like there is every year. December 27th to January 3rd. What you do is up to you, but I’ll certainly be there.
Tags: Internacia Seminario
January 11th, 2008 at 11:54 am
Dankon for what has been an interesting and informative mini-blog, Tim.
Here’s a poem to celebrate the IS:
Old mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she got there
The cupboard wasn’t bare
But Tim had pissed on the bone!
January 11th, 2008 at 12:59 pm
True story too!
It was fun, although given that I *still* failed to post everyday, I think I’d be better recording voice messages to myself as an aid, so that I don’t forget things such as the missing days.