Category: Traveling

  • Reality

    Schools are out! The beaches of Humewood and Summerstrand are flooded with partying and braaiende people celebrating their holidays. This will continue to the coming month. Holiday allowance has been paid and disappears into the drink and food bag. My work at Maranatha has stopped. The children, youngsters and also a number of adults are…

  • Habitat

    Independent living, host family and shared living spaces is my life as a volunteer since I am traveling. In Humewood, PE it’s no different. The apartment is large and I’m well taken care of. This post is about my habitat. What makes living here a little different from the other places I’ve been to is…

  • Left behind

    A hotel room in Almere 8:30 in the evening on Sunday. I lie on my belly on bed with the laptop infront. Thinking about what I have left behind. I have left Greece. Working and living in Greece has a very different impact than a 2 week holiday in Greece. I have merged into Greece…

  • Naag

    Waldorf and Statler friendships, people who come and people who go. People who disappear and people who always stay. Inga has purchased a mobile after 3 weeks. She has forgotten her previous one somewhere along the way. A German subscription arranged by her parents, a SIM card sent and she was ready for business. At…

  • Gooseberry season

    Gooseberry season. This post is about between two jobs in 4 weeks. So gooseberry season. I chose this title because I don’t expect much news. It is a bit like sitting in a waiting room. A little musing about what was and what could come. Here and there some stress moments caused by faltering of…

  • Relief

    I have enjoyed a long Easter weekend in Netherlands. Flying above Netherlands, I saw bright colors of the flower beds, the green of the trees and the blue of the water and terraced houses. It is quite a relief to see all of this beauty and later also a literal one as it turned out…

  • Extremes

    That afternoon I made a coffin for a prematurely born baby. The baby was born lifeless at Camp Eleonas. There was sorrow and my heart was heavy, but I also felt privileged that I was asked to make a box. A few hours later I met all those wonderful people at a cultural center who…

  • Athens

    Radiant words, words of light, with rhythm and music, that is what poetry is might. A quote from a French poet named Théophile Gautier. Why am I quoting this?(I had to look it up first), simply because I wanted to find an opening to the rhythm I found! The rhythm in my head and body…

  • 17 Kilo

    All my bags are packed I am ready to go. I am actually going. Boldly go where many has gone before. Not knowing where I’ll be or who I’ll meet. One of the reasons to leave is that I don’t have enough financial means to survive in the Netherlands till my retirement. So I need…

  • London

    Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London! A city trip with my daughter. Always something special to do something together with my daughter or my son. I am blessed and lucky to have a loving, warm, sincere, true relationship with both of them. This is about Q-time…