A sunny spring day, a gentle breeze, horses grazing in lush fields, a cuckoo in the woods, the rattle of machine guns and the soft clump of a mortar. This is one of the Netherlands’ oldest and largest national parks, the Hoge (high) Veluwe. It also contains the greatest private art collection of the early 20th century.
Monthly Archives: April 2011
In the market in the Amsterdam street that bears his name, I guessed that the ratio of customers to vendors on a quiet Wednesday was about 9:1. I focussed my camera on the 10% doing the selling. Continue reading
I’ve been awake since 4am. Partly jetlag, partly excitement. I splashed out and bought an expensive new bike yesterday and this morning I’m taking it on its first ride. It was a quick decision to buy it, and it may not have been a good one. I’ll know in an hour or two. Continue reading
When I first went travelling, fellow backpackers were amused to discover I carried a watch and an alarm clock with me. They joked that I must consider myself a busy man of the world, who may need to wake early, meaning before lunchtime; “Like, Richard, it’s not like you ever have An Appointment.”
Technology for the traveller has moved on. My mobile phone also serves as watch, alarm clock, camera, diary and home entertainment centre. Things are so much more convenient now…or are they? Continue reading
This is hell on earth – everything that is wrong with the world pressed into a few hundred square metres, and a good proportion of the world’s population pressed in with it.
Blaring music, screaming crowds, fat families stuffing their faces with fatty food, spruikers selling the chance to win fluffy toys, plastic weaponry and shooting galleries marketed as fun, gaudy design, flashing lights, whining kids and harrassed parents appeasing them by buying them junk.
Is this where it starts – our quick-fix throw-away culture, our obesity, our gambling addiction and our willingness to sit on our butts while someone takes us for a ride?
Ordinary Australian families are doing it tough, so we can’t afford action on climate change, but we can find a few bucks for fairy-floss, big dippers and Scooby-Doo dolls. We’ve got the kids to think of, after all.
Am I missing something here? Am I turning into a grumpy old man?
The kids love it, don’t they? Our grandchildren were having a good time until the Tyrannosaurus Rex balloon popped. “Let this be a lesson to you, boys. You see, balloons are a kind of symbol for the ephemeral nature of pleasure…”
The noise is getting to me. Perhaps if I could press the mute button and just look…
…no, sorry, it’s not working.
“Hey, how about we go back and look at the baby goats – they were fun, weren’t they?”