Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
147Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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I'm drinking a strange mix of blue Curacao and some Chinese stuff, bought solely for the high alcohol percentage, but not sure what it is. Tastes like paint stripper - maybe it is. Funny to think I thought the better of bringing the last of my Silver Haze along, while this concoction must be lethal.
I don't know why we still worry about the borders in Europe. Drivers slow down to a near stand-still to pass hesitantly, looking left and right at the deserted, dilapidated former offices, as if some uniformed official might jump out any minute and strip-search them. I haven't seen any action there for years.
It took us almost 11 hours to get here, longer than usual, but traffic was very busy.
It started warming up after a couple of hours, half way there it was sweltering hot, almost there, bad-tempered and sweaty, we remembered the car had air co - never use it in Holland. Such idiots! What a relief!
Peter, my partner, drove all the way, as he'd rather walk than let me drive. He conked out soon as I opened the door, fell into bed with a splitting headache - served him right, nothing wrong with my driving.
That left me to haul a shipload of stuff from the car and trailer. However, before I could lift a finger, neighbors appeared from nowhere, kissing, fussing, speaking rapidly in French - yeah figures, giving me the news. There are only eight and a half houses here, but they can make Amsterdam look like a ghost town.
Thank god, they've gone now, but not before promises of coffee and 'aperos' tomorrow. But I love it, love them, their noisy dogs and chickens, too.
Before I fix dinner, eggs and baked beans, - forgot shops and restaurants are closed on Sundays - must say this: I've had some people check out this blog!
I was amazed, honestly didn't expect it. Now I want to know who on earth could they be? No-one I know knows about it. Then I though: maybe it's the Travel pod people, putting some on the teller, by way of encouragement.
Very kind, I'm sure, but suppose they were genuine travelers, hoping to find some useful information? In that case I'm sorry I wasted their time, and shall try and make amends, write something decent about Amsterdam and the Dordogne.
But not now, for now I must tackle a can of Heinz . Bon apetit.