Broken Wing

Well, I've had quite a few adventures since the last blog post. I've been through another term and had my spring break, which allowed me wander around and explore a bit more of Europe. I rented a car with a few friends of mine from the business school and took a drive through the Czech Republic, Austria, Slovenia, Bosnia and Croatia.

My friend Eric, who considers himself to be quite the driver took the lead on driving. As soon as we picked up the car in Prague he jumped behind the wheel and took off through the parking lot. On our first turn out of the driveway of the rental lot, smack, we crashed into a cube van. Thirty seconds into a two week road trip and our first accident. Too good to be true. Before the rental guy could see what was going on we quickly evaluated the damage and decided that with a bit of handiwork the rental guy in Slovenia wouldn't notice.





After getting back from that trip I started the trinity term of the MBA programme (at Oxford we have three terms each year and for some reason they call them Michaelmas, Hillary and Trinity). Two weeks into the programme a bunch of us from the class went to Paris to compete in a sports tournament for the top MBA schools in Europe. I played squash (came third) and rugby. It was the first time I've ever played a competitive rugby game so I was a little nervous going in. Our first game was against a French team and from across the field they looked terrifying - these guys knew what they were doing. Luckily, five of our starting players (we were playing sevens) were really good players. The plan was to work the ball amongst them and the ball wouldn't really get out to me on the wing very often.



Well, that was the plan. It went well in the first game, our guys dominated the middle and we quickly went up by a big margin - i even got the ball a couple of times and had lots of room to run (I even scored a try). That got my confidence up a little too high because by the time we reached the semi-finals I was running around tackling all sorts of people and I ended up badly dislocating my shoulder. That's the end of my short rugby career and my introduction to learning to type one-handed.



My x-rayed shoulder



Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Everyone needs to go to Dubrovnik in Croatia. it's the most amazing place.



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