Where on Earth?

Looking back, I posted about Geoguessr about 12 years ago. It didn't say much. Just a link.

Back then it was free to use, but it was pretty basic, both in itself and because the dataset it was drawing from was more limited.

At some point, partly because google started charging them more to use the data, Geoguessr went from being free to something that you had to pay to subscribe to. So I stopped. A few months ago, I decided I wanted ro play it again, and bought a years subscription.

At some point, it stopped being just the player versus the map and they added a competitive element.

You start at the bottom, as you should. Each tournament lasts for a week, and if you score enough victories, you get promoted through several Bronze divisions through Silver then Gold, then Master. If there's anything above that, I haven't yet got good enough to encounter it.

Once you get to Gold, you are limited to 20 rated games. You can't just spam it until you've collected enough victories.

Once you get to Master, your rank is your rating. I got promoted with a rating in the 600's, and needed to be in the mid 700's to stay up. 

I failed and went back down to Gold I.

Rating seems to be just gaining or losing points regardless of the ranking of the opponent. I think that at the highest levels, it becomes like ELO in chess. Defeat a high rated opponent, and you gain more points than if you defeat someone less exalted.

At the highest levels people take Geoguessr very seriously, and devote many hours to diligent study and practice. They remember every soil type, every region's bollards, the difference between Kazakhstan's bus shelters and Kyrgyzstan's. When Google add a new country, as they have done recently with Vietnam and Nepal, they will dedicate themselves to studying the intricacies. 

Not me though. I'm happy to develop organically, picking stuff up as I go.

No through road signs in Belgium have an extra long tail.

Some roads in Argentina have both yellow and white centre lines.

Northern India and Bangladesh use a Brahmic script with a line across the top. Southern India and Sri Lanka have a different curlier, top line less variant. I struggle to distinguish it from Thai.

And so on. A million little things. Finding language is a big deal. I can only really speak English, along with a smattering of French and Welsh, but I'm learning to distinguish between Portuguese and Spanish, for example, although I can't always understand what is being written. 

Car number plates are a big deal too. These are usually blurred out, but you can distinguish a blue EU stripe or lack of. Italian Reg plates have a blue stripe on both edges not just on the left. Switzerland, not being part of the EU has none. A yellow front plate means Netherlands. Or Israel. Or Luxembourg. Or Columbia. Or UAE. Or Kenya. Or Japan.

The sun is in the south, when you're in the Northern hemisphere. It's less helpful at dawn and dusk. It can also be misleading at tropical latitudes since they oscillate between seasons.

Architecture can offer clues. So can vegetation. A pine forest is going to be found in a different part of Chile than palm trees. The ethnicity of any visible people can be a clue. Even when blurred out, a Brazilian looks different to a Thai, even if their skin is a similar hue.  Commercial brands can help. If you see a sign for Corona beer, you're probably in Mexico. A SafariCom sign probably means you're in Kenya. McDonalds means you could be anywhere.

Knowing the web domains is useful. But is .sl Slovakia? Or Slovenia? I can never remember.

To finish then, I am going to play a static round. 5 images, on NMPZ setting. This means I am unable to move my position, or Pan to look around, or Zoom to read a tiny detail more closely. I will screenshot the five locations. I will then try to explain where and why I think it is where it is. You can click on the pic to make it full size I think.

1...

 It's quite flat and a little more arid than lush. The red soil could mean this is Australia or Brazil or South Africa, but the yellow centre line rules out both of the commonwealth nations. Brazil then? But the yellow and white road marking combo suggests Argentina or Uruguay. The sun is brightest towards the North East making it likely to be Southern hemisphere. The language on the banner does not contain the diacritical marks of Portuguese. So my best guess is northern Argentina. On a road that runs dead straight from South West to North East.

My guess is on Route 89 in Chaco Province, Argentina, between the locations, Fortin Las Tunas and Campo Largo.

2...

With the help of a magnifying glass, I can make out what appears to say "Warning" on the red sign. The centre lines are yellow and the trees are bare. Except for one slightly confusing palm looking tree on the right. The sun appears to be low in the sky and the shadow of the brick pillar seems to point to the North East, meaning the sun is is the south west. So this I think is either Northern USA or Southern Canada. I'm tending towards Canada, because they don't seem to feel the same need to proclaim their identity and patriotic fervour with flags, and here are no flags to be seen in this image.

So I am guessing we are in a town called Peterborough, between Toronto and Montreal.

3...

Rural ones are hard. There really isn't a huge amount to work with here. the sun is in the East and very low in the sky. There are few road markings to work with, and no language. My initial thought was Turkey, but the vibe I'm getting is more South America again. Northern Brazil perhaps, or a flatter part of Columbia. Or once again, Argentina. The rolling arable landscape suggests this. A better player than I would take one look at the utility pole and immediately identify it as being unique to one specific area of North Eastern Patagonia but I'm going for northern Argentina again. 

4.

Europe. That much I'm sure of. The cop car doesn't say "Gendarmerie" or "Police" or "Policia". "Polizei" puts it in Germany or somewhere German speaking (What do Polish police cars look like?) The ornateness of the building on the right in the middle distance suggests Austria, and then looking more closely, also on the right, there is a pole with a red and white sign. The pole itself has red and white bands on it. So I'm going with Vienna.

5.

Diolch Geoguessr. With a bit of time, I should be able to get this pretty much to the metre. It is in Newbridge, Caerphilly, South Wales, UK.  It should be noted that the compass isn't always accurate when playing NMPZ, but if it is in this case, I need to be looking for a north easterly stretch of railway line. 

And after 10-15 minutes of sleuthing? Nothing. So my guess will have to be general rather than specific. 4900 something rather than 5000.

The results? 

1. Right continent, but wrong country. I should have gone with the Red Soil. It was a place in the State of Goias, Central Brazil. I was 951 miles away, and I scored 1793 points out of a possible 5000.

2. Again, correct continent but wrong country. The correct answer was on the outskirts of San Antonio in Texas. The 1513 mile discrepancy won me a meagre 978 points.

3. I couldn't have been much more wrong. I gained 1 point because my guess was 7754 miles away. It's a long way from Northern Argentina to Ballerat, near Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. I should have paid more attention to the vegetation. The eucalyptus was a clue.

4. Well that's more like it. Plonking my pin down on central Vienna, I was just 3 miles from the actual location. I went for Innere Stadt, when I should have been in Ottakring. A feast of 4984 points swells my score nicely.

5. The Caerphilly and railway line combo sent me on the wrong track and I ended up a whole 6.9 miles to the southwest of my target. 4963 points.

I don't usually play NMPZ. Sometimes I will play no move but can rotate and zoom in place to get more info. In the bronze and silver leagues, you are limited to moving only. Promotion to gold allows you to play no moving (can still pan and zoom). If you climb high enough, you can play ranked duels on the NMPZ setting.

The scoring system works as follows: Each guess is graded from 0 to 5000 points. Each game is 5 rounds. 

To get Platinum you need 25000 points - within yards for each location. I've got close on "World" and have achieved it once on the UK map. It took hours. In tournament play, when your time is limited to the time it takes for your opponent to make a guess plus 15 seconds, I've had one 5k score. That was in a small town in Greenland. There aren't that many to choose from, and they're pretty much all on the southern coast. 

22500 and above is Gold. 15000 and above is silver. 5000 and above is bronze. so an average of 1000 per round gets bronze, 3k gets silver 4.5k gets gold, and 5k gets the top award,

My total score was a solid bronze, pushing towards silver - 12719 points. One terrible guess, two mediocre guesses and two good guesses. For NMPZ, I'm happy with that.

Renegade

Fifteen months ago I started therapy.

It was hard. Confronting things that I had buried for many years was hard, and it took several sessions to even start to open up.

 

I came out of the other side of this knowing myself a whole lot better. I've spent the last 9 or 10 months processing.

 

The therapist diagnosed me with PTSD.

 

I'll go into the cause of the trauma some other time perhaps, but for now, let's just say that at some point, decades ago, I built a wall around myself. I walled myself off not just from everyone else but also from myself.

 

Therapy did not in itself seem to change anything, but what was I expecting? For the therapist to wave a magic wand? For things to happen overnight? What follows couldn't have occurred without it.

 

Two days ago, something happened. A music reaction video popped up on my youtube page. 

Not anyone I'd ever heard of, but I started watching it and was quickly drawn in by what I was seeing. 

I've spent a lot of the last 48 hours binge watching other reaction and analysis videos of the same song, and one other song that is three songs. A musical triptych. 

 

The reactors and analysers are musicians, cinematographers, youth justice advocates, psychoanalysts, therapists, composers and songwriters, voice and acting coaches... 

 

Each reviewer had their own take, and by looking at these two videos, each with its own applicability to my situation and history, multiple times through the eyes of such various people, I felt something that I'd sometimes glimpsed during therapy fall into place.

 

Here is the first video they were reacting to: 

 

 

 

What struck me so profoundly was the monologue at the end, where Ren described his struggles as a dance, rather than a war to be won. Somehow framing it in this way made things much simpler. 

Watch the videos. Take the time to learn the back story of the artist, and you will perhaps understand why. 

 

The detailed, introspective post I've been struggling to motivate myself to write for the last two months isn't needed, and would anyway be a depressing, turgid affair. 

 

 

This is the second video. 

 

 

 

This one made me realise I'm not as singular as I thought. Of the three characters in the story, the one I relate to is Violet. Someone once described me as "The man with no opinions" 

 

Unlike Violet, I was not sexually abused by my father. 

 

Because of the trauma, I have made many mistakes, and have carried a burden of guilt and self hatred for a long time, but it feels like there is a crack in the wall at last, and a big broad chink of sunlight is coming through.

 

I, like Ren, am finally starting to stand on my own two feet. 

  

Hearts and minds

I planned to start blogging again, but with a different format. One long form post on the first day of each month.

Yesterday though my Dad was rushed into hospital because his heart was only beating 32 times per minute.

I knew what my post today was going to be. I had the topic, the structure, many of the actual words, but my attention has been diverted.

I visited him this evening. He's ok. For now. He will be 86 in October if he makes it that far. He will be fitted with a pacemaker, and could live for a good few years yet perhaps. The old fucker seemed indestructible, and this is only the third time in 85 years that he has spent a night in a hospital.

We plan golf.

Anyway, today was going to be a big long mainly coherent post about... Well something important to me.

It's now tomorrow, and I have missed my self imposed deadline.

So here instead is a seemingly unconnected video that is sort of relevant. The issues I wanted to deal with aren't going away, and a month makes no difference. See you on the 1st of September.

Acronyms

DOB: 1967

CND: 1981

THC: 1982

NUM 1983

PTSD:  1984

LSD: 1995 

M: 2004

ADI:2005 

S: 2020

It's the end of The World as we know it

And I feel fine.

This is my last post here.

Because I've started to include mature content that sometimes pertains to people close to me, I've set up a new blog under a different account.

Thanks for reading.

Bye bye.