Thursday Recap

Last night’s post made it sound like I was carousing wildly but the truth is I was making it sound better than it was. The fact is I never left the hotel yesterday. In fact, I haven’t held a Euro in my hand since I arrived, but more on that in a moment.

The training went extremely well, as my earlier post indicated. I wasn’t entirely sure how things were going until dinner last night. One of the Irish participants asked me if I’d noticed a difference in how Eurpoean students responded in class. When I asked him about it he told me that most Europeans are very reserved in class, unlike the Americans. In America, he said, a student is more apt to raise his hand when he has a question. Europeans like to keep a lower profile. So that explains why even though I tried to keep things interactive, there were actually fewer questions than I expected. In spite of his theory, he and his colleague proved it wrong by pestering me every ten minutes with questions!

Dinner and the drinks at the bar turned out to be great fun. I really enjoyed sharing stories with the guys from other countries. One of the m, an Irishman, is marrying his German girlfriend in Germany this fall. Thus, we traded wedding stories and listened to the Germans there talk about the wedding traditions in their country. One friendly African flew eleven hours (!) from Cape Town just to attend my training. Incredible! I’m really humbled by that.

One thing that is markedly different about this training session than the one I did in Australia is the obvious camraderie these partners show towards each other. Though Australians seem generally friendly, the partners I met there were not as open with each other. They seemed to view the other partners as competitors much more strongly than this group does.

I’d had two glasses of wine at dinner and was thinking of holding the line there but I couldn’t turn down an invitation to the bar. I was happy to see practically the whole class there, drinking and laughing. I nursed a pint while discussing world affairs, among other topics. My German told stories of how much he loved his visit to Las Vegas, and how he got a little too free with the speed limit in Nebraska. The state trooper pulled him over and then locked and loaded on him when he unknowingly sprang out of the car. As my friend was lying on the ground, the trooper realized he was German. Having been stationed there himself in the Army, the trooper gushed about the fun he had there before happily waving him on. The German had nothing but good things to say about Americans. I was glad to hear it!

Around midnight some of us had slipped out of the bar. That’s when Niall offered to buy me some whiskey. Normally I shy away from whiskey and I almost made it out of there before he ordered it. But not quite. It turned out to be about a shot of triple-blended Irish whiskey. On ice, no less. So I didn’t get quite as crazy as one might have inferred by my previous post.

Today’s training should be over quickly. I hope to have the team go through the set up and configuration all by themselves and make myself available for any questions they may have. Then they’ll take an exam before giving feedback on the course and heading back to their homes. Hopefully we’ll be done by 1PM, which should give me time to finally look around Amsterdam. We’ll see how it goes.

Oh Man

I should know better than to drink whiskey with a bunch of Irishmen. Tomorrow’s class might be a little painful. Or incoherent.

Man, it sure was fun, though!

Training Success

Twenty-five guys,
crammed into a room fit for 20,
most of which English isn’t their native language,
certainly Southern English isn’t,
even though the room was too warm,
and I’d been talking for four straight hours,
about a geeky network management appliance,
and it was just after lunch,
nobody fell asleep!

Damn, I am good.

News Flash: The N&O Doesn’t Understand The Internet

I’m on the road and trying to see what’s up at home. Raleigh’s finest newspaper, the News and Observer, has chosen to lock up its content behind a paywall. Yeah, I subscribe to the dead tree edition, but that’s not the point.

Newspaper websites get a lot of visitors from links, which means their online ads get a lot of viewers. This of course means the newspaper site can raise their advertising rates, which you would think would make them very happy. Instead they insist on hiding their content, which drastically reduces their traffic. The N&O is a decent-sized paper, but I’ll go out on a limb here and say that there are, oh, more N&O nonsubscribers on the Internet than subscribers. A move like this shoots themselves in the foot.

Craigslist is the new classified section. Google News is the new wire service. Your neighbor’s syndication feeds cover local issues better than any newspaper can. In an age whem the Internet makes newspapers increasingly irrelevant, why accelerate it by disappearing from the web?

Thus I’m implementing a moratorium on linking to any News and Observer stories. There are plenty of other online sources for local news.

(Bonus: I find it amusing the N&O makes you register even to simply read their registration frequently asked questions.)

Update: Looks like I can call off my moratorium. Links that were blocked two hours ago are now working fine. I wonder what happened?

Holland, Day Two

Its ten after eleven tonight and up until recently the sky was still lit. The clouds never parted today, though it was just as well. I had lots of inside work to do and still no cash for outside fun. Things are looking up, however.

Soon after my previous posting, I made a stroll up to the nearest bank, located in a mall. After a twenty minute walk in the drizzle, I entered the mall exactly at the opposite end from the bank I wanted to visit. Another ten minutes of walking brought me there, where I was promptly told in stumbling English that I could not withdrawl cash from my credit card there. This was in spite of what Kelly was told by our credit card company, but who am I to argue? Thwarted yet again, I made the long twenty minute walk through drizzle back to the hotel. Moral to this story: when you forget your ATM card, you get a lot of exercise.

My European coworkers had arrived when I returned. Thus I had a server to configure. It was good seeing them again and we had a good time getting everything ready. Niall is an Irishman who lives in London and Ray is a Dutchman from here. We did some work before jumping in Ray’s car to eat at the local burger joint called Bear Burger. The theme of Bear Burger is one where hundreds of stuffed teddy bears line the walls. I was stuffed, too, after eating my cheeseburger! Thank you! Thank you very much!

We talked about sports and driving among other things and headed back to the hotel to finish up. Ray called it a day around 6PM, right after Al arrived from NJ. We worked up until 9PM before the World Cup coverage started, whereas we wandered down to the hotel bar for dinner and beers. I enjoyed tonight’s matchup between the Netherlands and Argentina, even though it was 0-0 the whole time I watched it.

By 10:30 I was doing more yawning than I should’ve and bid everyone good night. I put in a quick VoIP call to Kelly, caught up on some email, and stared at my bed as I wrote this from the chair three feet away. I’m looking forward to another night of good sleep before kicking off tomorrow’s training. Wish me luck!

Holland, Day One

I’m starting my first full day in Holland (a.k.a the Netherlands). Its rainy and cool this morning with a temperature around 60F (15C). I didn’t bring an umbrella so its fortunate I’ve got lots to do at the hotel this morning.

I got to Amsterdam around noon yesterday. The flight from London was around 40 minutes long. I enjoyed looking out the window at the English Channel, though it was mostly obscured by clouds.

Holland is one of the most laid-back countries I’ve visited. The immigration agent barely looked at my passport before stamping it and sending me on my way. Customs was simply walking through a door. What a refreshing difference from the Nazi police-state security we “enjoy” in America. I suppose the Dutch have been trading so long that nothing fazes them anymore.

Holland has superb train service, so getting around is relatively easy once you get the hang of it. While English is widely spoken here, all the signs at the train stations are in Dutch. Also there are few attendants at the stations to ask about directions. I spent a bit of time studying maps carefully before hopping on a train.

At the airport station, I met a man from California in town for a trade show. He’d been to Amsterdam before so he gave me some pointers about finding a hotel near Amsterdam as well as tips for the train. I got a suggestion for a hotel and hopped a train to find it. Though I only went one stop beyond the airport, I was surprised to find the area was not as urban as I expected. I walked around for 30 or 45 minutes looking for the hotel but never found it. One Crown Plaza hotel I did find had a rate of 285 euros a night, which I thought was a bit high. Later I found that this rate is typical. Sheesh.

I gave up on getting a hotel in Amsterdam for last night and hopped a train to Rotterdam. It took a little over an hour but I got here. There were no public phones near the train station so I used one at a local convenience store to call the hotel. Another 30 minutes later I was at the hotel. (I discovered a shortcut later which makes the walk only 15 minutes).

I somehow was stupid enough not to bring my ATM card with me. Stupid, stupid mistake. Once I got to Rotterdam I did not have enough cash to take the train back to Amsterdam. The banks were closed as well, leaving me few choices for dinner other than the hotel restaurant. I will wander out today to a bank to withdraw cash from my credit card, though I will miss the half day I could have spent looking around Amsterdam.

After dinner at the hotel I wandered back to my hotel room, where I checked email and did some reading. The jet lag caught up to me, however, and I crashed around 9:30 PM, sleeping until about 7 this morning.

Today I’ve got a test network to configure at the hotel for the training. Once that’s done I should be able to do more exploring. With any luck the sky will clear and I can get some walking in. I also hope to take some pictures as I’ve taken zero since arriving.

Chinese Death Vans

It seems that death sentences are getting so frequent in China that the need for a mobile death chamber became apparent. Thus the Chinese Death Van can now bring a state execution to your doorstop. Seems like the only thing missing is a satellite uplink capability to share the death with the world.

Isn’t it great that our cell phones, iPods, networking gear, and seemingly 90% of the crap we buy help pay for Death Vans? Man, China rules. Then again, maybe I’m just bummed that we didn’t think of it first.

Celebrating the Canes

The pilot was kind enough to keep us posted on the hockey game during the flight. Congratulations to the Carolina Hurricanes for winning the Stanley Cup!

So when I heard the news, I tried to picture where everyone gathered to celebrate. Hillsborough Street is too small. So is Moore Square. What does that leave? The fairgrounds? The RBC Center? Boooor-ing!

Then it occured to me that Dorothy Dix park would be perfect – a huge open space with a stunning view of the city. It really could be Raleigh’s Central Park. If only our leaders have the foresight to make it happen.

In London

I’m in Gatwick airport now after a smooth and easy flight. It boggles the mind that in the time it takes to catch a connecting flight from Raleigh to California I can be in Europe instead. The American Airlines flight to Gatwick is so easy. I was feeling smug when the flight map showed us flying right past New York.

I had a misstep here when I walked off the jetway and caught the bus to the wrong terminal for my connecting flight. Twenty minutes later I was back on course. Now I wait until a gate is assigned to my Amsterdam flight, which should begin boarding in a half hour.

I hear American accents all around me as I wait in the lounge. So far I feel right at home, though I’m sure that will change when I reach Amsterdam.

I’m somewhat rested and feel great to be here, though I miss hearing “good morning” from my family. Fortunately its a short trip.