Hotel De Vischpoorte Deventer

As you all probably know, I will go to New Zealand in January 2010. I am doing the study Architecture at Victoria University in Wellington and this means I will be there for at least 5 years.<br>Everything has been taken care of, and I'm pretty much just counting the ...

... The Act of Remembrance "en francais". He has asked to read something written by a former Padre of The Maisonneuve Regiment from Montreal. As he reads, I can't follow it all that well, since my french is not as good as I would like it to be, but I do understand the last sentence which basically states that it must be remembered that these men were fighting racism and fascism. As I walk around this cemetery after the ceremony I can see that there are many members of ...

... made a death bed confession that he was part of the underground resistance and it was the timely arrival of Canadian liberators (along with their Polish allies) that saved him from certain death. At that point he was being actively hunted by the Germans for his work in transportation and communication sabotage as well as his efforts to rescue and protect downed airmen. The entire family had no idea. He had never talked about it.... The old man asked his son ...

Renata left us in the centre of Hengelo around 9.30am. The main shopping area is pedestrianised, so it is nice to walk around. Dad's ghost walked round with us, nodding occasionally at some of the older buildings. I think he recognised the church but when I asked he just shrugged. "I was only four," he said.<br><br>During the war, the Dutch were starving. The cities, like Utrecht, fared worst, and many people travelled to ...

... my sleeping bag, only to hear the whine of a lone mosquito in the dark of my room. The kids had chosen to sleep together under a mosquito net, as if Overijssel was the last bastion of malaria. I pulled the hood of my sleeping bag round me, so that only my nose was showing. Half a minute later, the mosquito flew straight up my nose, causing me to writhe and snort ineffectually in my mummified, trussed state.<br><br>I don't know how the mozzie found me, but it stopped whining after that.

... for. I am glad that no one was hurt worse. I am just really hoping that this boy with the broken back heals properly. Today, the inspector is coming to check the safety of all the buildings provided by Nederwoon. If they deem it unsafe, we will all be forced to move. Currently, forty people are out of their apartments; they were forced to leave last night and find a place to stay with friends. I am not sure what is going to happen, but at the moment I ...

After spending the last few days in Amsterdam I could use a more relaxed day. Heading to Deventer today to drop some stuff off with a friend. The original plan was to head to Nijmegen to visit some more people but we decided to head back to Amsterdam and finish the night with some beer instead.

... what was happening in the jazz cent** *f the w*rld, wh**e the cats wh* c*uld really play w**e cutting a new edge *n the shape *f the music, p*inting it int* the future, *ut in fr*nt *f them, wh**e they c*uld kick it square in the ass & make it g* wh**e it had nev** g*ne bef*re-in 1942 when the new music called beb*p was new, like even bef*re it was called beb*p, & m*nk & bird & dizzy w**e wild y*ung men *f music with insane ideas & incredible technique ...

... counter apologised profusely and suggested that with a plane to catch it would just be cutting it too fine. I definitely have to say, as an ignorant only-English speaking tourist, the people I have come across in The Netherlands have been by far the most unfailingly polite, patient and courteous in all of Europe, and it has made travelling through the country an absolute delight. Except maybe for the bloke in the takeaway ...

... to a table where the materials for a particular dish were waiting. Some tables made appetizers, some made salad, some made apple pie (including peeling and coring the apples and rolling out the dough). The Dutch are very big on herring and other fish, so several tables, including Melanie's, gutted fish. That's right. Smoked or pickled, big or small, there were at least 6 tables that gutted fish. YUCK. After a table finished ...