The unspoiled continent – Part IV – Ukrainian vodka and Highland fling (nsfw)

There are many things one envisions about Antarctica.

A pub is not one of them.

I thought it was going to be cold and it was. I thought I might see the whales, the seals and the penguins and I did. I thought sailing might be tough and it was going to be. But, it never, ever crossed my mind that I could spend an evening in Antarctica drinking vodka and playing billiard, translating small-talk from Russian to Spanish to German to English to Russian, all while listening to The Sundowners’ Colonial Classics.

Yet, there I was.

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The unspoiled continent – Part III – In which words (mostly) give way to pictures

Sure, there were specific things that happened and that remain. Like drinking vodka in the southernmost pub of the world, all while being celebrated by Ukrainian scientists because your countryman shot a goal that sent English soccer team home and Russians to the big stage. Or drinking Laphroaig on board UK military expedition boat, while chatting to National Geographic crew and Sebastien Magnen. Yes, that Sebastien Magnen.

But, more than anything else, Antarctica leaves a series of continuous and interlaced impressions in one’s mind, interchangeable puzzle pieces in the big picture of possibly the last pristine place on Earth.

Here are some of mine.

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The unspoiled continent – Part II – The landing

Drake Passage is the body of water separating Cape Horn and Livingston Island. The 500 miles between the two is the shortest distance between Antarctica and any other continent, making it appealing to try to cross there.

Everything but the distance makes it quite unappealing, though.

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The unspoiled continent – Part I – The journey to the end of the world

So, there I was, standing at the end of the world.

Of course, there is many a place around the globe that calls itself that and I’ve been to my share of Finisterres, Finistères und Fisterras before.

Yet, this one felt different. That wooden sign in Ushuaia’s port said “Fin del mundo” with authority and there was no doubt that it really was saying the truth. Further south, one could just sense it, was nothing even remotely similar to anything I have ever seen, nothing I could recognize or relate to.

I have, indeed, come to the end of the world as I knew it. And I had no intentions of stopping whatsoever.

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Sarma, Salma’s Tasty Sister

You need:

- Fermented cabbage* (One complete head(?))
- Onion (one big one or two smaller ones)
- Egg (one or two)
- Salt
- Pepper
- Panceta or similar dry meat (a chunk)
- Minced meat (pork and beef mix, about 2 lb)
- Red paprika powder (lots, at best the Hungarian one)
- Rice (about one bowl)
- Parsley (a handfull)

*Check if there are any stores with Balkan specialties around. If not, make your own fermented cabbage – it’s really easy, all you need is cabbage, salt, water, some weights and time.

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O šest bikova i jednom kretenu

Prvo što mi je palo na pamet je da sam kreten. Jer, iskreno rečeno, kako drugačije opisati čovjeka čija budilica dreči u pet ujutro. Na godišnjem odmoru. Continue reading O šest bikova i jednom kretenu

Sportska priča godine

Dok na tribinama sedamdeset tisuća ljudi drži dah, na travnjaku ispod njih sve je jasno – nakon rovovske borbe i taktičkog nadmudrivanja, njihov klub je na rubu poraza. Preko dva sata svaki od pedesetak igrača Denver Broncosa dao je sve od sebe, ali sada ih može spasiti samo jedan, čovjek koji mora svu odgovornost preuzeti na sebe i biti najbolji u situaciji koja ne obećava mnogo. Ali on vjeruje u sebe, najjači je kad je najteže i vodi svoju momčad do pobjede. Continue reading Sportska priča godine

Losing Greg Halman: The view from Europe

By the time June of 1993 came around, I thought I had experienced every kind of loss that a 21-year old kid can be hit with. For two long years the war in my home country of Croatia kept finding new ways to take away most everything that I held dear and I had reached the point where I couldn’t really feel the sadness anymore. I couldn’t cry anymore. Much like the taste buds going numb after too much spicy food, my ability to feel heartbroken again was gone.
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Senzacionalno iz Hrvatskog skijaškog saveza!

Ono, o čemu su znalci već tjednima spekulirali, danas je i službeno potvrđeno. Hrvatska skijaška reprezentacija jača je za jednog člana, Ivan Dim već u Söldenu će uz Ivicu Kostelića krenuti po prve hrvatske bodove ovogodišnjeg Svjetskog kupa. Continue reading Senzacionalno iz Hrvatskog skijaškog saveza!

Another one bites the dust

I’ll be honest with you.

Had I known from the beginning that the idea of designing a model to estimate the difficulty of blocking every major league pitch is not a new one—let alone a groundbreaking one—I might have spent significant portions of my free time doing stuff that involves sun and physical activity instead. But, I didn’t. And, anyway, as Jovanotti already sang: “Se tutti i grandi libri qualcuno li ha già scritti, mi chiedo ragazzi voi che cosa fate?”

And, yes, I am aware you have no idea who Jovanotti is. Your loss, really.
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