The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond

I devote myself wholeheartedly to recovery from pneumonia. This is very pleasant as it gives me the opportunity to do very little without the usual guilt.

I go for a CT scan. It reveals that my lungs are drying out nicely but also that I have 2 fractured ribs. I fell when I was at the Teddy Bears’ Picnic in November. I thought my ribs were bruised and just waited for the pain to go away, which it eventually did. Not bruised but broken.

Hayes St is just behind the house. Lovely old Edwardian houses, excellent coffee shops and restaurants.

I visit James in the Botanical Garden. Spring is here and Camelias and Magnolias are happy.

On Sunday mornings, I stroll down the Panhandle to the Farmers’ Market.

I think I will have a little nap.

I get a call from Zuckerberg General Hospital, where I used to spend my time, they want me to be in a movie about the hospital. Big Money!

Thanks for inviting me, I had a great time. The cheque will be in the post, I imagine.

I burst out of the confines of my recovery bed and drive, all by myself, to:

The rest of this is just birds. You have been warned.

My lungs seem to have coped with the excitement, so more adventures in store!

Happy New Year everybody!

2025, what a terrible year! 2026 has to be better – fingers crossed.

Because I have been a good patient, Nurse James takes me on a New Year’s Day excursion to Point Reyes. Always a winner. I am able to stagger around reasonably well and the fresh Pacific Ocean air is invigorating.

Back to bed!

Amid the storm and drang of hospital stuff, here is a still, small voice of calm.

I need to renew my passport. I expect misery, pain and delay. Not so!

His Majesty’s Passport Office has a very good web site. I follow very simple procedures and subsequently send my old passport back to Hemel Hempstead.

On 10 December I get a brand new passport – all the way from exotic Hemel Hempstead.

Great job folks at the Passport Office in sultry Hemel Hempstead! Thank you.

Rule Britannia!

I return from hospital and do as I am told. I lie on my greasy, foetid, sleeping mat, take antibiotics and take it easy. I fully expect to be fighting fit in a couple of days. It does not work out like that at all!

I get more severe pains in my chest and after a day of ‘I’m not a poofter’, I ask Nurse James to take me back to the glorious Zuckerberg SF General Hospital.

I am immediately put back into Emergency and the next day have an operation to suck fluids out of my lungs.

I am transferred to an amazing room with a great view over The Mission.

After the operation, I experience quite a lot of pain. I demand morphine but they are strangely reluctant to give me any. However, a nice nurse comes around with a bong.

So, I stay in hospital day after day waiting for my lungs to drain. It is a wonderful way pass the time.

A stream of wonderfully amusing, friendly nurses and doctors come visit. The diversity of nationalities is huge. Eritrean, Nigerian, Irish, Palestinian Phillipino, Chinese, Lebanese, Japanese, Lancashire, German, Vietnamese, Indian, Puerto Rican and many more. Very happiness making. My favourite is a young nurse from Ghana. His hobby is to watch football matches in the great stadiums of the world.

“What is the best match you have seen?”

“Rangers/Celtic at Ibrox Park by a million miles! Everyone was hopelessly drunk and fighting. It was not like being on Earth!” Yay Scotland! Radge!

Anyway, after 10 days, I am released on Xmas Eve.

I hope all Jewish buddies had a wonderful Hanukkah, likewise Christian brothers and sisters for Xmas. Everyone, please accept my very best wishes for a happy and prosperous 2026.

I cannot thank the staff at Zuckerberg SF General enough. They are all stars!

I think I forgot to mention in the write ups of my European excursion that throughout I had an explosive chest cough. The cough was activated if someone stood in front of me and tried to engage me in conversation. I coughed explosively into their faces. Very European.

Once in San Francisco, I swallowed handfuls of Ibuprofen and Amazon cough syrup and the cough abated somewhat.

However this progress was counterbalanced by extreme, deep chest pain. Fearing heart attack, I contact my Provider, which means doctor in Californian, and set up an appointment for the next day.

I have loads of doctor-like checks after which the Provider says, ” You must go to hospital.”

“When?”

“Now!

“How?”

“The ambulance is already here.”

A huge San Francisco Fire Department (SFFD) truck and beautiful ambulance are disgorging paramedics into the parking lot.

I am strapped to a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. I express surprise at the rapidity and vigour of the response. “73 year old guy with chest pains; we don’t fuck about.”

Is there anything cooler than blasting through the sunny streets of San Francisco in a siren-howling, bright-red, SFFD ambulance? Well, maybe the same without being sick I suppose.

I spend 3 days in San Francisco General Hospital.

All kinds of checks and scans.

Anyway, it turns out I have advanced pneumonia, but no immediate risk of heart attack. Hooray!

I prefer Japanese hospital food.

Thanks to SFFD guys and all the staff at Mark Zuckerberg General Hospital, the facilities and treatment are outstanding. Everything is free – thanks MediCal; apparently 71 million folks have Medicare in the U.S.

I bump into one of my SFFD buddies as I leave. “What should I do when I get home?”

“Go to bed and fucking stay there!”

That is the sort of muscular medical treatment I like.

Zandra and Guy pick me up at the end of the Symposium and we go to listen to John Intrator play blue grass in a bar in Carouge. On the way there, we wander through the nighttime streets of the vielle ville de Geneva. So medieval, so far from Okinawa or San Francisco.

I wake up in the Chateau de Sothonod.

The weather is very bad. We are forced to snuggle by wood burning stoves, eating and drinking.

Stay at the Chateau de Sothonod! https://chateaudesothonod.com

We go to buy masses of wine and stumble over this.

We have an amazing lunch.

Magnificent lunch! We take our time.

One of the compensations of old age is old friends. I have met loads on this short euro adventure.

I love them all.

Thank you, Zandra and Guy for great kindness at the chateau.

I am asked to talk at the 4th International Symposium on the History of Particle Physics at CERN. What fun! Anyone who is anyone in global particle physics in the 1980s and 1990s, the period covered by the Symposium, is there. 4 days of nostalgia.

Chris, who is chairing the symposium, and I arrange to have dinner on the night before the kick off. The restaurant is pretty much closed by the time we get there and we dine on tiny sandwiches, a plum and yoghourt!

What a fantastic event – many thanks to the organizers. How lucky am I to be part of such things?!

I go up to Clement to get an octopus and some dim sum.

I leave my iPhone in the Waymo on my Waymo back home – Senile Neil. On the ‘find my Mac’ app I see the phone is on Tolland St. I contact Waymo. They are wonderful, ” Tolland is our depot. Lemme look over the car Sir. I found your phone brother. Just come down and pick it up.” I am so lucky!

To celebrate phone ‘I once was lost but now I’m found’ scenario, Bebo and I have lunch.

James and I head off into the Mountain Greenery where God paints the scenery. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vnkPU2Af9E&list=RD0vnkPU2Af9E&start_radio=1

We drive around the Stanislaus National Forest, which is up by Yosemite for 3 days. Rough forest roads, beautiful Fall scenery, we see no one. We don’t know where we are most of the time. California is an incredible state. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Stanislaus+National+Forest/@38.2499716,-120.0829699,22301m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m6!3m5!1s0x809748cbbce65c61:0xc38bd0a09c84cb81!8m2!3d38.2501932!4d-120.0012955!16s%2Fg%2F1tfg7xzc?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MTAyOS4yIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

Thanks James for being a top companion and for doing all the driving!

I set off, with my new eyes, for the mountains of Canada to take photos of Grizzly Bears.

I get in my hire car to take it back to the shop. It will not start! I manage to contact the owner of the rental business, another Kiyuna san. He comes over to get the car and we get a taxi to take me to the airport. Very stressful as I now have about 30 seconds to catch the flight. I make it but only just. My heart is going pitter patter pitter pat.

I get to Narita and try to check in for my flight to Vancouver.”No-one called Calder on this flight sir – So sorry!” We look at the ticket again; my flight was on the previous day. I have screwed up. JAL are fantastic and organise to exchange the ticket so I can fly tonight. There is $100 something fee, I press pay. I then get a message from Wells Fargo, my US bank, that in the interest of security I will have to fill in the code that they will send to my US phone number. I only have my Japanese phone and cannot access my US number. I can not pay the $100, I can not get the exchange ticket. There is only 15 minutes to boarding. I buy a new horrendously expensive new ticket. Costly trip.

Charter flight from Vancouver to some lost airstrip in the hills. Truck to the lodge.

Grizzly Bear Photography Trip Chilko BC

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Everyone at the lodge is friendly but I sense a certain reticence when I ask questions about bears. Anyway we go straight out onto the river to search for grizzlies. There aren’t any. It slowly comes out that this is the worst year in living memory for seeing them. It is also very, very cold. I have not brought suitable clothing as it is difficult to imagine how cold really cold is in the 35 degree heat of Okinawa. I freeze on the first trip. My legs, encased in thin nylon trousers, stop working completely and I have to be craned out of the boat.

I am rescued by Josh, head guide, who lends me a pair of very butch overalls and by Andy who lends me long johns and gloves.

No bears yet but there is lots of other stuff to see.

The lodge is fantastic. We get 3 big cowboy meals each day with free drink!

Each day we leave at 7:30 and look for bears. Back for lunch at 12:00 followed by nap until we re -embark at 3:30.

On the Tuesday we get to see a bear very close to.

On the penultimate day we go for an excursion on Lake Chilko. Beautiful scenery! We visit ancient cabin in the forest and a First Nations’ camp. Lunch on a beautiful beach covered in bear tracks.

We set off home, 30 kms away. Suddenly both engines stop! Josh the head guide is not happy. We are out of gas. How can that be?! We drift onto a lee shore and Josh, la longue carabine like, lopes off into the forest to a First Nations camp 8 kms away. Time passes, it gets dark, we light a fire. Stranded on a lost lake in lost British Columbia. We hear shouting, it is Josh stumbling along the beach with a big jerry can of gas. He is a very tough guy. We make it home in the dark. A good adventure. Home for big steaks, Canadian whisky and red wine.

A week with no phone, no internet, lashings of fresh air, incredible food and drink. Very good. Stupidly I tripped getting out of the boat on the second day. I bashed my face and ribs. The face healed up quickly but I was cursed with painful ribs for the rest of the trip

I feel very sorry for the staff at the lodge. There are very few bears; we see two. I believe them when they say there are usually bears all over the place. They are ashamed that the week did not turn out like the brochure. I blame the bad moon that rose over Okinawa before I left.

I do not mind the paucity of grizzlies as there is so much else to see. I had a great time.