Mangled Vowels

Trip Start Jul 25, 2012
Trip End Aug 18, 2012

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Tonny and Peter's

Flag of Netherlands  , Utrecht,
Sunday, July 29, 2012

The night at Gary's consisted of a series of disturbances: Gary came home at 11 and parked his bike next to our bed; a drunken fishwife had a screaming argument outside the window; my phone decided it was charged and sounded an alarm. In the end it culminated in a long period of insomnia between midnight and 3am. Consequently, getting up at 6am was a bit like getting iced water thrown in your face i.e. entirely unwelcome and leaving a general feeling of having been abused.

The Sat Nav, which has yet to acquire a name, had amused us the day before with such mispronounced gems as Stirpert instead of Stourport. This time it directed us to Harr-witch via Ipe-switch. I knew there was more to come, but it is hard to concentrate on driving when you are laughing.

The boat journey was uneventful. We crossed the flat-as-a-mill-pond North Sea surrounded by a contingent of Dutch teenagers. I played backgammon with Mel, Eartha and Saskia. The girls ran off to explore the deck. Mel read his book. When the time came to go down to the cardeck, the girls were nowhere to be seen so I got an announcement put out, which made them all come running in fear from where ever they had been hiding. 

 I needn't have rushed though. In the bowels of the boat, the lanes of cars either side of us filtered out. I could go nowhere, as I'd been instructed to park with my nose against the bumper of a camper-van. The occupants of the camper-van were notably absent. Some bicycles escaped from the row behind us, and the rest of the ferry emptied out into the sunshine, while we sat there. Eventually, when all else had gone, the wallies returned to their vehicle and moved their beast.

My aunt and uncle, Tonny and Peter, live about an hour from the port. The Sat Nav pronounced all the Dutch street names in an American electronic accent, hence Oranjesluisweg, which should sound like oran-ya-slows-weh, sounded more like Orangejuiceweg. Each new turning brought more hilarity. I'm looking forward to further trips, just for the Sat Nav. 

Tonny and Peter were glad to see us, although they had been expecting us the day before. What with the sick computer, a visiting Norwegian CSer and two dental appointments I had failed to update the schedule and give them the actual date of the ferry. Oops. My bad. 
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Tonny on

Wat leuk, de foto"s van de vacantie, .toen jullie in Maarssenbroek waren.

rachelkw on

I am still planning to finish this blog! xxx

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