Oh no, we’ve miscalculated! Mevrouw T and I have at least half an hour to kill between getting the Sydney house Dutch-quality spotless for the tenants and heading to the airport to spend four months away.
How to fill those unforgiving minutes? Drink one final cup of excellent Sydney coffee…and blog about it. Continue reading
My bike is okay, my legs need some work, my iPhone photos are at best average, the red line marking the route I took sometimes misses a bridge and lands in the water, but riding into Sydney and mapping my route with EveryTrail was fun. Continue reading
The ship went down 100 years ago this week, on April 15th, 1912.
I’ve had a Titanic few months. I’ve been to the ship’s last port of call before the iceberg, seen Titanic artefacts in Singapore, met a descendant of a crew member and in a couple of weeks Mevrouw T and I will stay in a cabin in the Jane Hotel, New York, where survivors were put up while waiting for the inquiry into the disaster.
There’s a gate across one of my favourite Blue Mountains walks. With signs: DANGER. UNAUTHORISED PERSONS KEEP OUT. On the spot PENALTY $300!!!
To get a soft water photo like this I had to carry round a tripod. No way could I get it over a locked gate, guv. Honest.
The trouble is the warning only appears when we’re three quarters of the way along the route, in thick mist, with evening approaching. Do we go back the way we came, make a five hour detour…or climb the fence?
It was foggy, Your Excellency, so the sign wasn't quite clear.
‘Prisoner at the bar, do you have anything to say in your defence before I pass sentence?’
‘Well, you see, Your Honour, it was like this… Continue reading
Guus Kuijer and the Dutch edition of The Book of Everything.
‘Guus is on TV!’ yelled Mevrouw T. She watches the Dutch language news on the multicultural SBS channel each morning at 8.04 a.m. Indeed, there was Guus Kuijer, shyly rising to his feet to acknowledge the announcement of the winner of the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, the equivalent of the Nobel Prize for children’s literature.
I couldn’t be more delighted if I’d won it myself. Continue reading
Holland isn't all about tulips, but this year we'll be there in time to see them anyway.
It’s that panic time of year again. Mevrouw T and I are packing the bags, rechecking the itinerary and cleaning Casa Tulloch, Sydney, ready for the tenants to move in. Where the bloody hell are my passport/Dutch simcard/travel insurance number/noise-cancelling headphones…
We’ll be on the road for the next four months and adventures lie ahead, including, but by no means limited to… Continue reading