Van der Valk Hotel Vught
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Up early for a walk for Prego considering she was going to be left whilst we were at the museum. She had a good run and as we were arriving back at camp, we noticed we'd brought a load of mosquitoes back with us - nice! I nipped to the preordered bread collection to get our baguette (straight from the oven) and our warm croissants. A delish brek with cuppas which was brought to an abrupt end as I ...
I stand accused, so full of guilt and full of shame
And all I've done, was to carry the Jewish name
I could have loved, been full of life, had goals and fame
And now the tears roll down as I look at those walls that contain all those names
And I think...
I knew them, I loved them,
I'd given my life just to save them
The children, I'd hold them
Camp Vught was a Transition Concentration camp. It still has the same fence and posts of the walls. It was opened so that people could see what was going on in the camp, yet no one did anything to stop it!
Socialism was not a success in Amsterdam. Hitler was in power, and the ideals against the Jews had started.
The ladies kept their hair here in this camp, but all of the men were shaven. The nazi's wanted to remove their identity!
The bunker was a prison within ...
... We stopped for our last camper car lunch roadside, taking a pic of the candle-lit meringue cake we’d bought to commemorate the occasion and made our way to Krugerstraat St feeling relieved camper car living was almost over.
We found a park nearby, buzzed the door- bell, keys in hand, ready for our final goodbyes, only to find we’d get to enjoy Larz just a little bit longer as Donna wasn’t home. Slightly annoyed we went and waited in the camper for another ...
... in southwest Germany. It was another long train trip with multiple changes, but unfortunately it was made longer by our mistake of thinking we could find a shortcut when we should have kept to our original schedule. Our first train change was in Duisburg, Germany, and while we should have had a 40 minute wait for our train to Stuttgart, we noticed that an earlier train to Stuttgart had just been delayed enough for us to hop on board and catch it. How clever ...