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Travel Blogs from Garderen
Winter wonderland from Tiel to Amsterdam
... is the best and so when we got to the Rokin we jumped to the chance to have a boat cruise around the canals of Amsterdam. This was truly magic as it was already dark and most houses are well lit. Back home Reinie had returned from her afternoon trip and Bart was anxious to meet his Nephew Johan ( the professor formerly know as WJ). It was great to meet him and Papa talked for hours. Tomorrow will be cold they say but the welcome has been so warm that I'm not ...
Amsterdam conversations and interactions
... When I arrived I felt like a fish out of water. My hair ,my skin, my everything was the complete opposite. I am going to share with you one of my habits while travelling abroad. Unfortunately, when ever I travel I seek out people who look like me. The more of them, the less worry I get about experiencing discrimination--- sad, I know.
While waiting ...
Still staring into the abyss
... week or so should remain till I'm off to more exotic and far warmer climes, in need of some psychic r and r. Not quite the "devil may care" attitude of forty years back, and perhaps not the best of mind sets for such and undertaking, but that feeling of jumping into, if not "the" abyss, at least an abyss, has begun to ooze into my being. Hope parachutes, bungee cords and the like function as they ...
Vertrek van Huis, op weg naar Schiphol!
... and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.
"What's happened to me? " he thought.
It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully ...
Dutch courage (that's a pun)
... I finally stopped, bought a sandwich and vitamin drink, and meekly surrendered plans for Dort and rode back up the original, 'incorrect' way.
And it did lead to one of the possible 4 places on my itinerary. It was a place called Wijk Bij Duurstede, which I had described on my document as 'Dykes Galore!' So I decided to ride the 25 km journey. It was fun to begin with. But by the time I arrived and took some shots, I realised that the ride back is yet ...