Whoops. Let’s call it playing with the space-time continuum.
Part of my current hasty backtracking to Washington, DC must, of course, be attributed to the encouragement of Mr. A.ActuarialTraveller, who has been waiting not altogether patiently for his dashing person to appear on these pages.
However, seeing as he managed to ask me to be his bride and call me a hussy and a cat lady in the same night, you can’t really blame a girl for being not altogether sure how to talk about him.
This does not represent the nature of our friendship. (Burchell’s Zebra and Lion, by John Reiter. Winner of the Wildlife category, Nature's Best Photography Awards. National Museum of Natural History.)
In all honesty, it was entirely lovely, A.ActuarialTraveller, to find in you a friend whom I felt comfortable with and who made the evenings at DC’s Hostelling International so much fun. Also, you’re awesome for buying a HungryMan frozen dinner (although I did eat two ice-cream cups in the space of half an hour on the same night). I even forgive you for sleeping in on Christmas Day and almost making us miss our pre-paid session of Sherlock Holmes. After all, a few days later I lost 40 minutes travelling on the wrong bus before getting caught up talking chocolate with a like-minded lady, thereby turning up late to our Spy Museum rendezvous. So I’m calling it even. Yes?
Probably not entirely like this, either. (Vervet Monkey by Vincent Grafhorst. Highly Honoured in the Widllife category, Nature’s Best Photography Awards. National Museum of Natural History.)
Speaking of the International Spy Museum, it’s a must-do. In fact, our visit to it is partly why this post qualifies for the Super Fun Times Galore category. The depth of information about espionage found in the exhibition proper was astounding, and I’m slightly concerned to know that everything in my room right now could have a bug in it. I don’t think I want to be a spy.
The moments when I truly realised I would far better suit a behind-the-scenes espionage-y analyst job rather than real-world spying came during A.ActuarialTraveller’s and my foray into Operation Spy, a one-hour “live-action spy adventure”wherein you undertake a spy mission in the hopes of recovering a nuclear weapon, uncovering blackmail, and saving the world.
My first indication of being less-than-spy-material came when, after disabling an alarm system, our group of 15 moved into a politician’s room to search for incriminating evidence. A.ActuarialTraveller immediately disabled the safe and called out to the 13 strangers in the room to look for a wrench, while I just ambled around turning over cushions and looking on with amusement at everyone else scurrying around.
More telling, though, was the point at which A.ActuarialTraveller joined the people voting to send in Black Ops to recover the weapon (because, I believe he said, “Black Ops are cool”), while I stood with the people who wanted to call the Prime Minister of the country we’d snuck into (because, as I said, “I think he ought to know what’s going on in his country). Yep, colour me adventurous.
To sum things up, we stopped the nuclear weapon getting into the wrong hands, saved the world, and if you ever want someone to go fight crime and crack into safes, give A.ActuarialTraveller a call. If you want someone to stay underground breaking codes and rustling up berry compote topped with gingersnap meringue? Call me.
Despite the quality of the photo, the dessert was delicious. I promise.
(Also, big respect to our tour guide/Operation Spy leader. He coped really well with the several small children in our group who, in not being old enough to comprehend the preordained nature of the videos/lie detectors/overheard conversations involved in the “mission”, tended to slow proceedings down with their strong convictions about what should happen next. Still, those kids made it more amusing for me.)
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that sounds awesome, i wanna go!
Nothing’s stopping you!
Just trade in your new apartment for another flying visit to the US. Good plan, good plan.
These were fun times indeed! thanks for the mention and the good times and all the secondhand chocolate. i am clearly the lioness and you the zebra. im just saying.
Except I wouldn’t stick my tongue out like that, even if someone was attacking me. Also, I’m intrigued you switched genders… unless you’re trying very hard to keep up internet anonymity?
And I’m sure I’ll have even more chocolate to bequeath you when I find myself back in Australia
P.S. For any other readers out there, I’d like to point out that by “secondhand” ActuarialSpy means “generously gifted”, not “secondhand” in the way that baby birds’ dinners are secondhand from their mothers.
Spy museum? Only one word comes to mind, and that is: radical!
So, I’m one sleep away from going bush in the wilds of Tasmania for a week, where I will be without the wonders of civilisation (including, yes, modern plumbing.)
I trust you’ll keep the internet entertaining in my absence.
‘Consecutivity’ – mmm, not a bad word; in fact I think I like it better than Macquarie’s ‘consecutiveness’. Historically, neologisms like this is how language changes – if they catch on and Shakespeare’s did!
E.TeacherLord: It was, I must admit, even more fun than the Ninja Museum in Kanazawa (plus the Spy Museum talked about Ninjas anyway. And said Casanova was a spy. I guess he plumbed many women’s… secrets.)
A week in the wilds? You’re a far braver person than I. I think I’d only be able to camp for that long if I got to use one of Harry Potter’s tents.
Lithe Lianas: I’m sure it well help having a dictionary editor on my side!
Consecutivity so sounds like it should be a word. Oh and hehe at that Vervet monkey. It’s liker he’s peeking out and saying “oh hai!”
Lorraine: If I do end up doing a PhD once I get home, I’m going to make it my aim to sneak “consecutivity” into it.
Also, what do you say we try and make the Vervet Monkey-style “hello” the official form of blogger greeting?
I’m game if you are 
Ah ha… So finally, we get a blog about this “spy friend”, huh?
OoooOoooh. Heehee, jk. ;-D
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