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One of many photos from BJ, before Jamaica. The stabs of lights on the ground make me think of the Mysterons from the TV show Captain Scarlet. Yes, it was one of the cornier series of the times, with the flying Angels and Scarlet talking like Cary Grant, but still, the spooky voice announcing Continue reading Nol in ‘t Bosch
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 Continue reading Schiphol
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 Continue reading We zijn d’r bijna, we zijn d’r bijna
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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 Continue reading Not quite a Jaguar
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 Continue reading Of all the gym joints (part 2) |
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