Hotel Café Restaurant de Boekanier
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Keeping warm is good
... Dutch shops. This greatly distressed him but Oma had a great solution. Use the ATM stupid! Later that evening Oma treated us to the best Indonesian riisttafel we have had in years. Back home it was time to rhyme as tomorrow is the highlight of the year for children with the delightful evening of St Nick and black Peter. it may turn out to be a late night after which it is back to our soft ...
Finaly in holland. And back on the briny too.
... till it slowed to a light drizzel of rain as the snow made seeing out of the windows hard. i really need to be able to see out of the windows around here. I had one lunatic 1000tonner overtake me in the lock! Luckily he spoke english so he understood the telling off i gave him on the vhf. I have been through some busy ports before but nothing like here. We entered ...
Rain Rain Go Away!!!
... scratch than eat anything from a can. Such a delight.
Jaey and Djuna had planned to take me to Knokke which is referred to as sea side since it is infact sea side. This town was really cute, a bit less character than Brugge, well a lot less because the town is where all the wealthy people in Belgium live. It has all the really expensive stores like Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Hermes ...
To Infinity (well Hull) & beyond (well, Zeebrugge)
... was in the incorrect terminal to meet coach parties, found myself awaiting the bus from Penrith. They arrived pretty much on schedule and I was greeted warmly and untied with my fellow travellers.
The ferry crossing was like a mill pond with barely any rolling to remind you that you were on a boat. An uninspiring canteen meal was had rescued by an above average Pinotage and a good nights sleep was ...
Meetings in Middelburg
... of video cassettes moves to seat next to me, he lights a cigarette, mumbles to himself and moves away with his bag still on the table. He greets a few friends, exchanges words with each of them as they pass. Eventually he asks where I’m from, as he knows it’s not here. We start talking and he cannot say enough good things about his favourite place to be. Originally from a small village in South Africa, he and the rest of his family – all eight of them ...