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Schiphol

Thursday, October 27th, 2005

We arrived at sunrise in a two-car convoy from the northern provinces. Laden with a multitude of luggage, we bore down on terminal two and yea there we wept when we saw the mighty snaking queue at British Airways. And so it was that fellow traveller smote fellow traveller and appendages were crushed under juggernaut [...]

We zijn d’r bijna, we zijn d’r bijna

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005

Maar nog niet helemaal!
Altogether now …
It’s a Dutch thing.
>>>The clock’s ticking, in three days we’ll be flying off to Funky Kingston.
Oh, but we haven’t got any tickets.
It was hard enough getting a booking through the office in Jamaica. Frantic emails shot across the Atlantic:
“A BA traveller class counts as an economy seat!”“You want us to [...]

Not quite a Jaguar

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005

Listen loud while you read …

On the road again, to Schiphol to pick up Mr B. from Paris.
After accelerating to 130 km/hr, I noticed that the car didn’t slow when I eased off the gas.
I braked slightly and tried again.
It was barely noticeable since I was going flat out, but still, I felt anxious. Then [...]

Of all the gym joints (part 2)

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

While you’re reading …
Shortly after arriving in the Netherlands, I signed up at the local gym, determined to get my ass in shape for this year’s Bubbling Championships in Jamaica.
By a double coincidental quirk, the first time I went, I found that my “personal trainer” had the same name as the one in Rome, and, [...]

Old habits

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

The day after driving across Europe in 18 hours, I got on my bike for a ride in the woods. I kept glancing up to check the rear view mirror.
A few days later, I felt really pleased with myself when I managed to park my bike in a shady spot - that could be a [...]