Medicine is both a passport and a visa, permitting access to unknown places and insights into places most will never see. more…

There’s nothing quite like being interviewed in your pyjamas. Lots of people have emailed, asking for hints and advice about phone interviews. more…

Handwashing talks are the same the world over. Last time I wrote about handwashing, I got my wrists slapped by my colleagues in infection control. more…

When the check in clerk told me my excess baggage would cost £1700, I thought she was joking. She wasn’t.   more…

All the hassling and waiting came to an abrupt end. My New Zealand Medical Council registration came through and I had a work visa within the hour. I fly tomorrow and look forward to reporting back from the other side.

Tips for jetlag welcome.

I’m still here. It’s a fiasco. Instead of smugly blogging from summertime Auckland, I’m feeling slightly bitter in bitter-cold London. All warm clothes are packed. I’d hoped the NZ Medical Council registration would have arrived, but alas, I’m still waiting. In my quest to career around this week, I’ve learned two lessons. more…

I have found applying for registration with the New Zealand Medical Council to be a bit like the Generation Game. It looks fairly uncomplicated, but quickly turned into a farce. more…

Last Summer I was sitting at my desk with a tongue like a husband in a lingerie shop. A dozen pictures of New Zealand changed my career path in a heartbeat. more…