Life, work and shotput

Life is different when you get to the bits you know you are going to. I figured a week in a hotel company sponsored would be heaven. Dont get me wrong I do love it, but its not how you think it will be when you have not done it.

Its all rush rush and by the time you get back to your hotel bed your exhausted, semi drunk hungover or hang over. Hotels are also very random you have no idea what its going to be like until you check in. Some are amazing and some like the one I stayed at in Czech are just weird with plastic wrap under the sheets and shit pillows. This hotel was somewhere in between, its little idiosyncrasies including the way you had to leave your key ever time you left the building. Rather odd I thought, I did give me a chance to chat with the counter girls who where occasionally good looking.

The more motherly looking one ordered me soya milk and kept it behind the counter for me. So ever morning I would have to go up to the bar counter at reception and get my soya milk for breakfast. Hardly the mount nelson, but i liked it. The crap blankets sheets and shower bath with dodgy shower head I did not like.

One more thing I picked up from my Vegan Fitness camp in Finland was the desire to shotput. Very random I know, but thats the appeal because its a sport of skill and no one has any experience in it. I figure this will be great to do at the park on a slow Sunday afternoon rather than sitting in a pub. Buying it in the UK meant I saved £30 on shipping but had to carry this across London to Heathrow and then on and off the plane, then from the airport in Cork home. The result being the strap on my backpack breaking. £30 saved but damage done. Probably evens out in the long run.