Making history

In one of my first posts almost eight months ago I wrote a story about how I met five years ago one lonely Danish wizard sitting in one old stony store in the middle of one ancient Spanish city and how our magical journeys continued more or less in parallel up to one future like megacity in the middle of Arabian desert. Our more than ten year lasting passion, dedication and love to magical plays brought us at the end to into an epic battle for eternal honor and glory!!

“What the hell am I talking about?” Of course that about Magic the Gathering!! Collectible card game played all over the world, having its own professionals, Worlds, Pro Tours or National championships.

When I came to Dubai of course one of my first steps went to Rydges hotel where all Magic addicts were hanging out to play, win and lose J Dubai has only about 30 active players so the community is too small to have official qualifications for World championship or Pro circuit tournaments. Fortunately couple of months ago one enterprising French guy Olivier, decided to quit his job and do business in fantasy and card sector in UAE. One of his first initiatives was focused to expand the community. More people are good for the company and for the players also, because we could have bigger tournaments which bring more challenge and more fun from the gameJ It will be a long journey, but we are optimistic and support the gaming by going twice a week to try to grab some fruit from top J

When I came and change my Magic nationality from Czech to Emirates, I instantly became a top ranked player in UAE!! It’s a nice warm feeling, but also brings enemies having more motivation to beat me and have the scalp. But I resisted, competed, conquered and managed in a fierce competition to stay on top till now J

And then the DAY D came. Olivier organized The First Open UAE Championship. For this ear still unofficial, but it didn’t change anything on the fact that no matter what was your ranking, there would be only one champion who takes all the glory!! So on Friday 26.6.2009 22 players registered and the biggest battle in history of UAE could begin J

For me it started in the worst possible way. I thought I had an ok draft deck able to go at least 2:1 (2 win: 1 loss). But I somehow was distracted, unfocused and drinking beer from 12am probably didn’t help it at all, so I lost first two rounds to Trey and Omar!! Tournament didn’t even start and I was one loss from elimination. A disaster, supported by thoughts of two mistakes that could have had cost me two games, which did further work on my diminishing concentration. With a defeatist mood I entered third round. I don’t remember if the game was equal or not, but I managed to win against James.

And then it broke!! With my own design Red/White creature slaughter control hell and probably like fourth beer I miraculously found the lost concentration, my mind cleared, eyes focused and I started to fight back from bottom ranks with new blood. I won the fourth round against Emir. In fifth I drew against my biggest enemies, blue tiny flying bugs (Faeries piloted by Mark) and won the last round over Jay-ar.

“You are playing for Top 8” said the head judge Olivier during last round. “No…really!! The winner will probably advance to Top 8” added Zak already warming up a chair there. “Please…don’t give any false hopes!! We could have only 10 points. It’s not enough!!”         And what was my surprise when I saw standings and my name at the last advancing eight spot J My joy was incredible. The day was saved, expectations made. Everything more would be a bonus. I relieved J Only the tiny piece my mind at the back of my head was quietly pointing out that my odds are actually quite good, because burning forests and shaking plains under dull armies of elephants, elves, soldiers and spirits is my specialtyJ

And it really happened. I easily killed all Tamy’s monsters in quarters, the same Victor’s monsters in semis and I stood in finals facing again…my biggest enemy MARK J Real epic story writing history. If we have played!!

Cards and fun is one thing. But money and prices is another. Winner gets ticket to Bangkok to Grand Prix tournament and the second a box of boosters. The problem was that Mark didn’t want to go, so he conceded because for some reason which I don’t remember now we couldn’t play only for the victory.

So I became the first UAE champion in Magic the Gathering ever. I achieved my biggest victory ever, I won the most valuable prize ever and I won my first trophy ever J Beautiful…but probably only from 90% because we didn’t play. We probably should have for such an important thing L Next year will be different!!

Anyway…history doesn’t ask. But history knows!! See you in Thailand in August 22-24 J

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Kralovna kolobezka: Vylet, nevylet

   “When was it for the last time I was out of Dubai for a whole weekend?” I asked myself one week ago. “I can’t even remember!!” Pitiful but true. I was just going one day climbing, kiting, go there, fix that… and weekends were flying away as quickly as they were coming. So I said: “ENOUGH…ENOUGH…ENOUGH…enough!!” It has to change.

          By chance there was a lot of UAE kitesurfers going to Oman this weekend so I set up a plan to follow the crowd. At the end I decided to go alone, because no friends wanted join me and also because I didn’t have a NOC (No Objection Certificate) from my bank that I can take the car abroad.

          This is typical Arabic stuff. This rule is there long time but nobody was enforcing it. But I’ve read that it should change. As demonstration of my good will I asked what I need in order to get this NOC. “You have to deposit all money you owe the bank before you go. When you return, you can take the money back!!” Just silly!! Of course I don’t have that money, because that’s why I borrowed them!! So I went alone. I didn’t want to ruin somebody else’s weekend if they don’t let us through the border.

          I left the office around 5:30pm Thursday and headed to Al Ain. I wanted to go through one borderpost outside of the city, but when I was passing through Al Ain my GPS navigation wanted me to go through another one in city center. So be it and in good mood I joined the queue. “Go to that building get a stamp” officer pointed me towards a low cabin. After five minutes of driving like a rat in a labyrinth between gates and posts I found the right cabin. But obviously bored officer behind old, crapy wooden table said “Here problem. Here only Omanis, Kuwaitis, Emiratis…. You have to go to …blablabla… borderpost.” Just an excuse, because he either didn’t know, didn’t have the stamp or simply didn’t want to bother, which was the most probable reason why I had to return where I originally wanted to go!!

          It was already around 9:30 when I reached the other borderpost. “Go there and fill in the form” told me officer at the gate. “Go there and bring me the white paper” told me another guy when I filled in the form. “Go get your Car registration” third officer send me back to the car. “Ahh…if this guy won’t ask about the NOC, then nobody will” I thought quickly when passing him the registration. But nothing happened and I happily walking away with white paper. “Go get the stamp” told me the first officer. “You can go” finally the guy at the gate stamped my passport and released me towards…Omani borderpost J “Go there, come back, where do you go” played with me this time Omani officers with the typical Arabic slow motion, but they also released me after a while. So I made it J

          It’s 11pm and I have to drive only 600km through unknown territory. At about 2am I drove off the highway 350km further, because any number of Red Bulls couldn’t keep me awake. It was quite funny to wake up next morning, look around and think “Damn, where the hell am I!!”

          

Asylah, Mecca of UAE kitesurfers. Insanely gusty and strong wind, big waves, beach full of dead fish good only for launching kites…kite paradise J When I stepped out of the car and got exposed to hot desert wind full of sand, when I was looking at all those guys literally flying around, wave riding and doing all kinds of freaking tricks and when I thought about how I would be feeling when attached to the kite, handling its incredible power, fighting waves and flying in the air…I remembered the time, still almost fresh beginner, when I was saying “How can anybody say that kitesurfing is an adrenaline sport!! Climbing is adrenaline”. When I was standing there on the beach I realized that every sport is adrenaline when you do it in extreme conditions J Kitesurfing in Asylah is adrenaline!!

          So I inflated my brand new 9m RRD, which I haven’t had chance even to try and with a bit of apprehension I looked at everybody else riding 7m or even 6m kites. “I have to try!! I haven’t driven here to be looking”. Wind was gusting between 15 and 28 knots, so according to the manufacturer it should within my kite’s wind range. I launched and was for maybe a minute standing on the beach seriously thinking if I really should try to go for it, because even almost completely depowered I was just unwillingly jumping on toe tips.

          But exactly in the moment I decided to pick up the board gust of no wind came, kite started falling from the sky and just before landing on the ground got hit by another gust so hard that one line snapped. Now kite fell shapelessly into the water. Great start!! But it probably saved me a couple of bruises, because otherwise I would have been shot to the Moon!!

          Sad, happy, disappointed and scared in the same time I spend next two hours fixing the line thinking about how easy is to say “These 15 knots in Dubai is nothing. Let’s go to Oman for 30. That would be the ride!! YEAH”

          When I was about to launch again and give it a second try, a group of riders were leaving to another place 60km further, behind the wind and in flat water lagoon. “Let’s try to save the day” I said and hopped into the friend’s car because in initial excitement I drove too far to deep sand, to be closest to the beach possible, that I got stuck!!

          And I actually managed to save the day. The spot was perfect with perfect wind for my 9m so I was first hour learning how to handle this small quick bastard, because it was completely different from 14m I was riding before. But at the end I had an incredible riding and fun. I learned again a lot and realized where is the real fun hidden. It’s hidden behind adrenaline J

          Next day I tried on the “real” beach again. I was riding back and forth but it wasn’t that much fun, because I didn’t feel experienced and confident enough for such a conditions, so I was focused not falling in the water, not losing the board, avoid waves…I was just surviving!! After about one hour we tried to move to second beach again and because it was not necessary to save any day the wind better didn’t show up at all J

          “Was it worth it to drive 1600km to be riding 4 hours?” I asked myself. “Of course it was J” was the clear answer. I learned how to ride my 9m, that with a bit more skill I can be having fun here all the day, got to know new place, met new people, learned how to fix lines and I am again a bit wiser dude with wider kite horizon!!

          When driving back accompanied by godly sounds of Stratovarius I slowly start making plans how I will get a 6m kite and how I will come back here to practice and who knows…maybe one day I’ll find the REAL fun J

How to make a dufficult day easy and then difficult again

  Today is Thursday. The weekend day. The last day of the working week. But like every week all the people want to finish what they haven’t done before so I have my mailbox full of crap what I would like to see rather on Sunday when I am mentally prepared for that!!

          Doesn’t matter to me at the slightest. When the general manager is gone, I am gone as well leaving all headache to the following week. I wanted to go to the office on Saturday but…problem…my car is in 15000km service so I cannot go…such a shame :D

          So I take my two kites from under the desk (actually yeees…I bought a new one. 9m² for stronger winds or for Oman and Egypt) and quickly leaving the office towards my secret beach 10 minutes away.

          Forecast says 17 knots but the actual wind is 11-13 knots so I pump my 14m² hoping for some gusts to lift me up.

The riding is a bit from perfect relaxation in 25°C water and 40°C outside air, but on the board you feel just cool breeze blowing around, flat sounds of waves cut by the board and voiceless moments when hanging two meters in the air while jumping. And in such an environment believe me that two hours are like five minutes and I have to go out because it’s dark!!

          After such a session you have just one wish to go home, have a dinner and beer. This is usually no problem when you have keys from the flat, but today I somehow lost them. So I immediately found myself in the position of a guy in underpants and T-shirt running around the building, looking for a way how to get in and save the day.

          Actually I was thinking about this problem before. “What if I lose my keys. How I get in?”. I had an idea. I call Petr, he brings climbing harnesses and ropes and I climb to my balcony from some adjacent apartment. This became an Option B when I met a guy in the elevator. “Hi, which floor?” I asked a man traveling from car park where I was looking for the lost keys with beach sand still on my feet. “6^th please”, he replied. I was going to 6^th also looking for a free apartment from where I could rope down to mine. “Ehm…actually in which number you live?” I asked hoping for some fortunate turn of events. “607” he responded. “Oh…how to say that…hmm…I’m looking for an apartment from which I could rope down to mine. I live in 507?!?”. “No problem, just ring my bell when you have something to get down with. It’s quite far. Look!!!”

          “Mr. Watchman…by chance you don’t have a ladder and rope?” I desperately asked a night guard hanging out in front of the building. “I have just this short one”, “And could I take this electrical cable also?”, I saw a solution. After five minutes I rang at Craig’s door: “Hi again. So could I use your balcony?”

          At the end it was like this. I tight up the ladder halfway between the balconies with the cable to a metal railing and the other half of the cable I used as a rope while descending on hanging ladder. Easy procedure how to get a spare key inside a locked apartment.J

          Surprisingly I was so quick in solving this seemingly very complicated issue, that I met in time my friends in the city and had a deserved portion of Vitamin B J

Operation desert storm

Not every sand is a desert, but every sand is making you think of desert. Not every 4x4 is a Land Cruiser, but every 4x4 is making you think about desert driving. So shall we do with the new weekend? No wind? CHECK; 4x4? CHECK; a lot of sand around? CHECK; fridge full of beer? CHECK…Let’s go camping to the desert J

We were 2.75 cars. Jaro’s Pajero, Laurent’s Pathfinder, Jiri’s Tiguan and Kaupo’s Yaris. 1+1+0.5+0.25=2.75. Pajero and Pathfinder are the real 4x4 with low speed 4WD, 4.0 liter engines and a lot of taste for offroading. Tiguan is only common AWD with no low speed gears, no lockable differential, only 2.0 liter engine and a lot of worries and respect of unknown. And Yaris? Waste of words J

So that nice Friday morning we met under the wheels of the biggest Land Rover in the world in Emirates National Auto Museum and continued on the road to the edge of the Great Arabian Desert. After refueling at the last petrol station and after looking to the yellow shifty hell all around we realized, that Yaris will serve the best dumped here on the sun…so we continued with only 2.5 cars.

After another five kilometers we turned from the paved highway to sandy road leading in the heart of the desert. Last looks at green palms, asphalt safety and we were in!!

We started driving rather slowly and enjoying the scenery around. But with passing kilometers of wide, hard and safe road we started to be like on needles and was funny to observe the others how they were cautiously touching the terrain next to the road, like if it was a thin ice J First two wheels, than for wheels not further that two meters from the road and at the end we were driving far on small dunes, making turns and spinning the wheels fast. But after some more kilometers and growing confidence and skill we started to want more.

So we turned to a salt flat next to the road and drove to the other end. There we stopped and thought for a second: “If we go further, there not even a sign of a road…just dunes. This is a last point when we can turn back”. Then with a smile we looked at each other and pushed the throttle forward J

At the first higher dune from where it wasn’t obvious where to go next we stopped and deflated tires to half the pressure to increase the tire surface. And then? Yyaahhaaaaa…..We drove across a set of smaller dunes to another salt flat and decided to break the camp in elevated panoramic saddle between two big dunes, unload the cars and do some dune driving.

I got from my Tiguan the safe maximum. Driving on relatively long and flat dunes without any sharp and changing elevations. The car for my surprise was performing better than I thought it could be. But again after some time of safe driving everybody started to push limits further. So we picked a high dune with a good access and tried drive up. It was probably the steepest drive I ever did. Wheels spinning in place, engine in high revolutions, we pushed into the seats, but still moving forward up to the very edge where I turned back and stopped facing downhill (first rule of desert driving). We stepped out of the car and almost fell forward ho steep it was. Nice feeling of accomplishment J

When we got back to the base camp we almost had to make a rescue mission when we saw Jaro stuck on the top of a sharp dune like sausage on the stick. But fortunately it was nothing serious, so they dug themselves out. It was in the scary territory of sharp and short dunes so we couldn’t have done much anyway J

Just before the sunset we reunited in the camp and evening/night/morning chill out could start. Beer, talk and barbecue in desert silence far away from everybody. What you want more J

Next morning we just cleared the site and headed back to the road the same way we came. It was a bit trickier, because we were driving up the few small sharp dunes and I, scared of getting stuck kept driving quite fast to every problematic place (second rule of desert driving) so in one moment I dug Tiguan’s nose to the dune that it threw a huge spray of sand onto the windshield. This is because my car is a basically highway car with quite low front bumper J

But all got safely out and returned same way ho our homes with a next trip already in minds J But I am sure that Jaro will want to do something more. Like driving 50 kilometer through the desert from A to B. In that case I will gladly dump my Tiguan in the garage J

Some links for photos from the others:

http://picasaweb.google.com/kkorven/CampingInLiwa#

http://tinyurl.com/cs3jnw

http://picasaweb.google.com/Rune.L.Jorgensen

The week that was

It is already starting to be a long time since I saw people I know back home for a last time. Longer time I am here, Yas Island Formula 1 Grand Prix on 1 of November 2009 is getting closer and everybody working on anything connected to the Race Day, including Envac, is starting to panic and therefore we have more work than usual. And of course everything needs to be done ASAP (As Soon As Possible J) or yesterday. But for me it means that I cannot get any vacations to go home see my old friends until we finish our part, which means until September, maybe August.

If Mohamed cannot go to the mountain, the mountain has to go to Mohamed. So my mom decided to be my first mountain moving to me. She came for two weeks seeking hot temperatures, peace, relaxation and of course her lost son ;)

“Eee…ehm..Sathu. Could I have Sunday off? My mom is coming” I tried. “Eee…ehm…I don’t know Jiri” Sathu said and I was getting confident that I could have three days weekend. “Hello Nigel, what news are you bringing to us?” Sathu asked incoming Project Delivery Team supervisor. “You can start laying pipe in Golf Course from yesterday. You have three weeks!!” Nigel replied with a wide smile and disapeared. “Jiri, this is your area. You should come Saturday to the office” stated Sathu and my weekend split in half. “I would like to have you at my last progress meeting on Sunday” added Leo only thinking about his last day in UAE and his one-way flight to Sweden. And my plans vanished to the sandy construction site.

Fortunately my mother is very independent traveler she didn’t have problems to spend whole day on her own on the beach, sleeping, buying carpets, sightseeing in Old town, cleaning my apartment, cooking, ironing, washing clothes…J And when I came from work we went for a dinner to 52nd floor, swimming to the sea at night, to buy a new fridge or just sitting at the balcony talking and watching shinning skyscrapers.

Maybe you wouldn’t enjoy such holidays, but she definitely did. Pity that those were so short two weeks. But a combination of climate, bit exotic and world completely new and familiar in the same time made this hard to forget.

For sure that it was also a bit merit of my presence and of one weekend trip we made. I realized that I was somehow too busy to go outside the city. So it was a perfect opportunity to force me to catch up. Plan was then clear. We go to the dry wadis in Oman, high mountains on the East, swim to the Indian Ocean and basically while driving see something else than high society in the shade of high-rise buildings.

We loaded the car with supplies for two days and on Friday morning headed south towards Dibba. First, to our surprise we found well hidden Friday marked in the middle of nowhere, but living a busy live of a cheap commerce hub. “3500 Dirhams sir”, quickly replied a Pakistani carpet businessman when we asked for a price. With an amused smile I countered: “I could have a similar one for 400 next door, but I like yours more”. “But this is a high quality from Iran and a big size” Paki kept trying. “2000”, we moved in our negotiations. “500, take it or leave it!!” was my final offer. “It’s too little, but I’ll give a very generous offer my friend, 1000”. “In Czech it would cost thrice as much. 600 would be ok” told me my mom whispering. “600”, I took a wallet and started to dig for money. “Deal!! You are very lucky my friend”. Later we found out from a gardener that 600 is a normal price. For 400 would be a good deal and for anything more than that we would have been cheated J We continued heavier for a red Iranian carpet and a rope climbing plant.

After the lunch at old waste dump overlooking villas for “I have no idea who could possibly live here” and short stop at the ocean at Dibba we finally came to mountain mouth. This road should lead through Oman back to UAE on the other side. I had didn’t know exactly how such a road could be, but when I have 4x4 I had to give it a try J To Hideaway resort the road was closed so we continued straight up the wadi up to a place where the road left the wadi and was climbing to a pass.

“The road to Ras al Khaimah is closed, but to Khasab you can go” said to us some expats coming opposite direction and added “These 500 meters are tough, but after that it is ok”. So far so good. My plan was to go to Khasab anyway. We easily climbed to the pass and down on the other side. The descent was same steep but at least 10 time longer and muddy. At the bottom there was an Omani border post.

“Hello” said to us a soldier with machine gun on his shoulder, lifted a gate a let us into a place 10x10 meters cornered with another two gates.

“Can we go right to Khasab?” I asked. “No…problem” replied the soldier and behind him stood up another. “What problem?...permission?..papers?” I tried, but it was clear that those expats haven’t actually tried this way. “Can we go right then?”, “Yes…but also problem”. We already knew what that problem was. Emirati border patrol 20 kilometers further wouldn’t let us back to UAE. In the meantime couple of white FJ Cruisers came also from Dibba, but because they were locals they continued straight to Khasab!! Is this fair?

After judging our options if to camp here and return tomorrow or return now we went for option 2, because I was running low on petrol and after looking at the dark sky and muddy road up we decided to escape back 40 kilometers from the gunners when we could. It paid off because we found a nice spot on the beach next to Indian Ocean and only listened how there is storming somewhere in the mountains.

Morning the next day was a like in paradise. Bit of swimming, breakfast on the sun, dig up some palm saplings for my balcony and slowly leave towards Fujairah. It was a nice ride in different environment then Dubai. It was greener, older fashioned, more Arabic actually and therefore with more locals driving aimlessly their Land Cruisers around.

On the way we stopped at famous Snoopy Island for snorkeling and drove into a dry wadi full of picknicking families. This is apparently the favorite weekend activity of whole population and the government supports them by constructing paved roads to such remote places. These roads are just a dead ends leading to the desert to encourage people to have aim in their Land Cruising, which is like a drug.

Last stop was an old fortress where the Sheikh of Fujairah was living 200 years ago J Different region, different style. From there we just made a detour to Barracuda alcohol mall to refuel and returned home to busy Dubai city full of nice experiences.

Over the hills and far away

Previously on JIRI!!

Like a restless seed which took root in the middle of the unknown, like a young sapling grasping firmly the desert, like a strong tree silently awaiting sandstorm over the horizon, JIRI has grown into the next stage. But paths of destiny are mysterious. Will the tree break or bend, will the sapling dry up or turn green, will the seed be blown away or to leeward…let’s find out!!

After a couple of deaf weekends on the beach using kite only as a umbrella I realized that I have to find a backup sport for non-windy days. Actually I didn’t even have to search at all and only look into my cabinet. Harness and climbing shoes were sadly looking from behind. OH YES!! Rock climbing…of course!! Perfect backup sport. I am not sure if fortunately or unfortunately, but after the last windless weekend I had to wait only five days for another. 

Along the axis: www.google.com – climbing uae – search – www.uaeclimbing.com – forum – Weekend trips – Hatta 13.4. – respond – “Hi, I am JIRI from Czech republic, I wanna meet climbers in UAE and go to try some routes” – “Sure, call Peter. He goes to Hatta this Friday. I meet you there. JERRY” – “Nazdar Petre, to je ale nahodicka. Ja taky bydlim v Dicovery Gardens J”…I arranged from zero a Friday climbing trip in 15 minutes.

The last sentence means that I happened to meet another Czech climber Peter living just few houses away from me. How is the world small and how is internet making it much smaller J

    So at 9am Peter picked up me and his buddy Andre and we drove one hour to Oman desert to climb some routes at Hatta crag.

I was really curious how the place will be and I was amazed. After initial uphill walk I found nice, smooth limestone rock with over 30 bolted routes around 6b. Long ones, short ones, “slabby” ones, overhang ones…everything.

Just to have power enough to finish them all…which was not my case. Surprisingly after half a year without climbing I wasn’t that bad, but still…there is a lot of training to be done.

We stayed there whole day, had typical Arabic shawarma dinner and tee with milk and sugar on our way back. I also learned that there will be a new (second) indoor climbing wall opened soon and that they are more climbers gathering in Wafi wall every Monday. Fair enough.

When I reached nicely tired my bed, I was already thinking that I have to suspend for a while my saving plan and invest to some quickdraws and climbing rope…and maybe new shoes J

This photo: Copyright Andre: www.pbase.com/andreh

End of the beginning

    Time flies!! But when you are enjoying the time, there is no need to worry about it at all. When there are a lot of things you like to do now, when there are a lot of things to be looking forward, when there are only few things that make you angry or sad…the time is actually insignificant. Only moment when you realize that something like time exists is when on your birthday you say: “Damn!! I am one year closer to death”. That is as I feel it and as I think it should be J Why?

Mike, my boss said to me at the beginning: “After being here three months you will be able to tell if you like it here or not”. I anticipated it much before, but after four months I am already here I feel that this is the place to be. In here, for me, there is somehow easy to focus on the good stuff, because there is simply too much of it J

The ever-present sun promising that you can just go out every time you like to. Half of the year there is maybe too hot to go out, but it cannot be that bad as everybody saysJ Challenging job that motivates you by being part of something big and significant. It isn’t the kind of job that could be a hobby, but you just don’t mind going there and you aren’t looking at your watch every minute. Completely western style living with everything you are used to. And a possibility of doing basically everything you want to without need to think if you should or not. Of course that there are unpleasant things like bureaucracy or arrogant Arab guys, but these are short-termed and you forget them almost instantly. And these fill the life up to the edge so there is really no time for being worried.

Maybe it sounds too idyllic, but this is how it is J I am happy here, settled down, enjoying my existence and I hope it will last some “time” more!!

Actually I like it here that much that I decided to have a family here J So I adopted a lonely metal orphan and I am sure that we will have a lot of fun together ;)

 On a wave of joy, on a ladder of success, on a path of fulfillment…JIRI emerged victorious from early battles and is crowned a conqueror... Will his pride end in his fall, will economic recession break his legs, will he find eternal peace…let’s find out!!