Bastion Hotel Breda
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Het is koud in Brabant
De auto staat in Brabant en gelukkig kunnen we voor het weekend de auto van Milan en Monica lenen. Zaterdagmiddag vertrekken we richting Breda waar we die middag oma nog kunnen zien. Ik zit nog in de Zuid-Amerikaanse modus, kan het gaspedaal niet zo goed vinden en rij alsof er elke moment een kudde geiten de snelweg op kan komen lopen. Door mijn relaxte rijstijl komen we ...
Where else but Breda?
... Pitt & Ian were there to welcome me with open arms!
Having bought the Voordeelurenkaart Card, we bought the train ticket at the automated machine. For all you unfamiliar with the Voordeelurenkaart Card, this card costs 55 Euro for a Year and its most distinct benefit is that it provides the user, as well as three other person, with a 40% discount on all NS trains. Hence, this is definitely a worthwhile investment if you decide to stay in Netherlands for an ...
Don't climb the church tower
... Sure enough, there was an open door, so up I went. As I climbed, I passed a group of school kids heading down. Several people said something to me in Dutch, which I presumed to be something along the lines of 'tight squeeze' (as the staircase was quite narrow), and I just nodded and smiled and went on my way. I got to the top and took a few pictures when a man came out of the doorway and said something to me in Dutch. I looked dumb and said, 'English?', at which point he ...
Back To Breda
... sit amongst them, corrugated iron and everything. With the light fog that spreads over the field it begins to feel a little like the garden scene in ET, when the boy first meets the alien. In reality this may be nothing alike, but I suppose a mind on little sleep in need of seeing a sunrise would wonder in wonderful tangents. I stand still as close the reeds as I can get, taking photos every couple of minutes. The battery tells me it’ll be dead soon. ****.
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A Place To Hide Your Cranes
... at its best last time I was here. One’s written his poem on a flattened cigarette packet, his worries about worrying and trouble with money troubles. Vincent comes out and gives me the next spot, the night apparently yet to pick up while still full of people. I’m introduced in English, and amongst the questioning eyes of the inhibited and curious I play Curse of Millhaven, slow enough for the words to be understood. Slowly people sing along in the chorus, ...