Travel

Poland: I am here for the Beer

Winter in Poland is cold - it is -20°C today and the rivers and lakes are frozen over. Hot food helps and was thus consumed. I hope I am wrong, but it appears to me that Polish cuisine consists of cabbage, cabbage, cabbage, potatoes and some meat. And large dill pickles. This is what lunch today suggested in any case: I had 3 different types of cabbage piled high onto my plate - red cabbage, cole-slow and sauerkraut - by a lovely little old lady in the local eatery who thought I lacked essential gasses.

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Zagreb 2002-2003

Fate had me working in an interesting part of the world again over the winter of 2002/2003. This time, it was Zagreb, capital of Croatia, which was once part of communist Yugoslavia. The project that I was managing was the first of its kind in south-eastern Europe: We were using artificial intelligence to predict the behaviour of individual mobile telephone consumers, so that the very expensive business of marketing could be optimised by more effectively targeting the consumer.

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Schaffä i' dä Schwiiz

I worked for a Swiss bank in Zürich from December 2006 to March 2007. I made the holes in the cheese in the bank's canteen and had to fix the bank's corporate cuckoo clock when it did not work.

 

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Ässä und Trinkä

The Skintflint's guide to Swiss Food

This is an expensive place to live and food is mostly dearer than in the UK - especially when you're not here on someone else's expense. Some local products are good value for money and tasty. Try this for a laugh in the local Swiss Lädäli:

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On becoming British

littlebrittain As South African immigrants to the UK (since 1990), we often amuse ourselves at the 'way of the locals' here and ponder the paradoxes of the decrepitude of this first-world country's vital institutions, such as public transport, national health, law and order, and of course the once-great economic backbone of this country; manufacturing. Probably just like the locals amuse themselves at our African bush-ways and the paradoxes that we brought along.

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