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A Dusseldorf Daytrip- (15/12)


At 6.40am I was waiting with 2 good friends at Centraal Station for a coach to Dusseldorf still not 100% sure where it was on the map let alone what to expect from  the place.

However the journey of 3.5hrs placed us a mere 10 minutes from the thick of the Christmas Market (or should I say markets) so it wasn’t long before I found out. There were 6 strategically placed markets each with a particular attraction for instance Marktplatz had a 100 year old merry go round, Heinrich-Heine Platz a music pavilion and Gustaf-Grundgens Platz an ice rink. The latter was a lot of fun.

All the little wooden huts, nostalgic of times gone by, were surrounded by Christmas lights and decorations from giant baubles in a giant Christmas tree to life size craved nativity scenes to motion window displays.

Dusseldorf itself stood beautifully under a clear sky and later under a spectacular sunset. Under the wooden roofs were stalls stuffed full of pancakes and honey pots, handmade pottery and jewellery, chocolates and candles, huge cookies and roasting chestnuts, tree decorations and trinkets, sweeties and scarves, mulled wine and meats. Something for everyone. It was comforting to hear so much Dutch being spoken and we even stumbled upon a British singer songwriter performing on the corner of one of the markets. He was truly amazing, well worth the large crowd that formed around him. Rupert Blackman. We had to tear ourselves away from the guy in order to catch the coach back at 5pm. Great way to round off a pretty successful little daytrip. Hopefully the first of many!


Leiden #2 (08/12)


Click here to read about my first trip to Leiden. No 9km cycle this time, rather a simple 5 minute train journey from Sassenheim Station. I’d stayed in Sassenheim (a small village where some of my family live) on the Friday evening with my Mum and sister who were over for the weekend. Seeking some quality time with a sister I hadn't seen in over 4 months we decided to go out for the day. Leiden was an easy option and I was eager to see the place once more. 

I successfully navigated us around most of the places that I had visited back in August and was all too happy to add a spot of Christmas shopping and a lovely bagel at Bagels & Beans to the loop! All along either side of the canal, the Nieuwe Rijn and Vismarkt streets, it was also lovely to see a Saturday market underway. The traditional flower, cheese, bread, fish and fruit stalls were of course dominate but a few stalls selling watches, pet products, clothes and such shared the space. The Christmas tunes from the Dutch street organs* and the presence of my beautiful sister really got me excited for Christmas! Undoubtedly the soft sprinkling, somewhat diminishing layer of snow and icy cold air added to the festive feel but it also turned the clock back, exhibiting the town’s age and the beauty that abides with it.         

* I was fortunate enough to see a whole variety of such organs at a museum in Utrecht, the Spelklok Museum. 

Sinterklaas- (05/12)

Morning:
An even earlier start than normal allowed time to gather in the school playground awaiting Sint and his Piets arrival. The kids were so excited that they put on their Spanish flamenco dresses and even screamed a little less when I tamed their afros. Sint arrived with 2 Piets sitting in a horse-drawn carriage with police in tow. Once inside the kids all sang songs, watched a Sinterklaas show, received too many sweets and even got a present from the man himself.

Afternoon:
The kids only have school until 12am on Wednesdays (= very convenient!) so we set off to their cousin's in Eindhoven and were there early afternoon. 10 adults and 12 kids all sat and ate a lovely not-at-all-Dutch pasta dish, socialised and played games. It wasn't long until the kids got a little restless and so it was a quick diversion technique, a feigned sighting of a Zwarte Piet, a loud clunking noise of bags landing on the patio and present time was upon us.

Evening:
Truly an evening for the kids, the adults merely sat and watched as the mountain of presents slowly but surely revealed the floor below it. Throughout the proceedings everyone happily tucked in to all the refreshments, crisps, dips, spreads and breads on offer. Not very traditional but truly 'gezellig'.


Remember Remember the 5th of December!


How would it feel to celebrate Diwali in India, the place of its origin? What about Chinese New Year in China? Sinterklaas in the Netherlands? I’ve celebrated Sinterklaas in England: shoes outside the door to be filled with sweets, funny little presents in a sack from Sinterklaas each accompanied by a poem appropriate to the reader and suggestive of what’s inside, chocolate letters and classic Dutch goodies. But how is it different for me here so far?

You actually see him!
Sinterklaas arrived sitting on his white horse at Scheveningen harbour alongside his Zwarte Piets (Black Peters), the equivalent of Santa’s elves, in his traditional steamboat. The children believe he lives in Spain during the year and comes back to the Netherlands to celebrate his birthday, on December 5th. The atmosphere on a cold misty mid-November morning was amazing: children and parents lining the harbour with Sinterklaas songs bursting out from the loudspeakers on the temporary stage. Before the man himself various smaller boats sailed in. Each one full with Zwarte Piets. All throwing hundreds of pepernoten to the eagerly waiting children...and me. Once on Dutch soil Sinterklaas and his helpers paraded through the streets of The Hague, stopping in the centre for some special performances. It was hard to get a good picture but I gave it a go.

It’s not just a day!
He arrives. He parades. Then in the following months his Zwarte Piets visit all the different schools and shopping centres around the country. In the meantime my host kids have been putting their shoes by the door every evening since he arrived, awaiting a bag of sweeties or a small present courtesy of a Zwarte Piet. Which they’ve received on several occasions! Beats the one evening I’m used to! At school all activities are Sint-related: drawings or letters are to give to Sint when they meet him, singing is for when they greet him, you name it. Towards the end of November the kids even take one extra shoe to school along with carrots and hay (for the horse). The following day the school is shrouded in Sinterklaas decorations, doors are blocked, classrooms are upturned (Zwarte Piets are meant to be mischievous!) and, in the dark, the kids must clear the way to find their shoe and collect their goodies! A lot of fun!

Not just a Zwarte face...
Unsurprisingly Zwarte Piets are the most common fancy dress over Sinterklaas and the old Renaissance style outfits come in all measure of bright colours. But different kinds of Zwarte Piets? That I’ve never heard of before. The ones that ransacked the school are ‘Rommel Piets’ (Rommel = Mess) and my host kids have even been talking of Ziekenhuispiets (Hosptial Piets) and many more! The Piets have also demonstrated a musical skill that I was never aware of. Here’s a picture of one of many Zwarte Piet bands , playing as early as October!

A Journey...
Obviously being in England I missed out on the marvellous way that Sinterklaas and his entourage seep into every shop shelf and the way that typical Sinterklaas foods begin to overwhelm the entrances of shops so much so that your every day essentials seem well unessential. I have also missed out on his TV takeover. Starting 5 days before Sint’s arrival the ‘Sinterklaasjournaal’ is a television broadcast, lasting around 10 minutes, in which an annually different tale is told of Sint’s progress to and then in the Netherlands. This year in each episode a love story unravelled between Pietje Verliefd (Pieter Love) and Meisjespiet (Girl Pieter). Naturally, they married. Earlier on the Piets were forced to make the journey across the sea in a smaller boat... but what about the horse!? Of course, all sorted. The inevitable rumours of the steamboat sinking or Sinterklaas dying are quashed and the episodes always finish happily on December 4th. Then all that is left for the kids to do is get a good night sleep!

First Things First (13-19/10)


So I’ve been living in Ypenburg for 1 month now, Holland for over 2 and am feeling a sense of routine and stability. I was even fleetingly fooled into thinking that I was probably past the whole that-was-the-first-time-I’ve-ever-done-that feeling. Well I was wrong. Last week I was fortunate enough to have the week off and a Mum and sister to visit me at my residence (yes, you guessed it...that was a first). Here’s a list of some of the things I did for the first time last week...


  1. As mentioned, I saw my Mum and sister in person. For the first time in two months. The first few days together we visited a range of family members: holding my cousin’s first baby, incidentally my first cousin to have a baby, was something I will never forget. 
  2. A family meal out in Sassenheim (first time I’ve ever eaten out in Holland) was ‘gezellig’, and that’s coming from a non-Dutch vegan so no mean feat. Filled with confidence a meal out in Delft with the sister made it onto the itinerary.   
  3. Taking my sister around all the places I’d been to in the Hague we stumbled upon the Haagse Toren. First time seeing the Hague from above and it was awesome. A trip to Scheveningen pier also brought an unexpected opportunity to view the Dutch coast from on high, once more worth the climb.  
  4. A visit to the cinema ticked another thing off my list. As ever the original English was respected but the Dutch subtitles were a novelty and a very good learning experience. 
  5. Despite the poor weather conditions we journeyed to the Haagse Market, dubbed the largest market in Europe. Tucked away from the centre of the city it was definitely a hidden gem. First time at a market so large and with 5 mangoes for €1 it had some of the best deals I’ve seen to date. 
  6. Perhaps not so Dutch but a stroll down the Hague’s China Town led to my first ever taste of Bubble Tea. Not so easy to explain, I recommend simply trying it. I went with strawberry flavour and I have absolutely no regrets.
After a lovely week off it was back to work on Sunday morning (there’s a theme here...). It was my first paid job with children under 3: a Nursery assistant at an international Protestant church. Such a blessing. Meeting with the pastors after the shift gave me a really positive feeling about working there, making the 8am wake up feel bearable and its inevitable challenges surmountable...

Why Ypenburg? A new start.


Perhaps you may have thought upon reading my blog, does she actually work?

The reason why I’ve been able to do so much travelling over the last month is because I haven’t been working! The joys of the internet and non-contract based jobs were unveiled to me after 2 weeks in Wassenaar. The family decided they no longer needed an Au Pair. With 2 weeks to find something else before I had to leave the house I returned to the search and moved in with some amazing family friends. After many conversations and visits to potential families I found one in Ypenburg and here’s why I’ve been living here since 17/09...

  • Just outside The Hague (only 20mins on the tram) it is a larger, more cosmopolitan area than Wassenaar.  It’s also on the doorstep of Delft, a place I fell in love with. 
  • The family had just had a vegan Au Pair and so were used to preparing meals to cater for vegans! They are fitness and health freaks which suits my aims for the year. They are Christians with links at an International Church in The Hague and so having visited them for the interview and spoke with their former Au Pair in depth I felt more secure in offering them my services so here I am! 
A new start. 

Uncovering Utrecht- (12-15/09)


Houten is a small town in the middle of Holland and I stayed there for a couple of days to catch up with some family friends who I hadn’t seen since in too long but also to have a good look around what is widely considered Amsterdam’s biggest rival for best city in Holland, Utrecht (and some of the province that is named after it). These are just a few of my finds...

The Dom Tower:
This was particularly easy to find since it is the highest tower in the Netherlands, a lovely 112 metres adrift from Utrecht’s streets and canals. I arrived on the hour for an hour long guided tour (the only way to access the tower) and being the only English one there it was effectively private! Stopping at various points on the way up we were able to see and hear the gigantic bells within the tower and learn of the construction of the Dom Church, eventful to say the least, in Dutch and then in English. But universal to all was the spectacular view from the top...

Countless Canals:
Clear as day from the top of the Dom Tower and indeed anywhere in Utrecht are its countless canals. I decided to buy a small walking guide for the canals and uncovered the varying characteristics and ambiance that each harbour, indeed not so obvious to the uninformed observer. But perhaps what is unmatched anywhere else is in the Netherlands are the wharves and wharf cellars of the canals, donned with tables and chairs by the dozen. A free but beautiful site.

Spelklok Museum:
Occasionally at the numerous bridges which connect each street over its parallel canal will stand a small crowd encircling a man aggressively shaking a collection tin, sometimes a stationary horse and (the main reason why they are there) a huge playing street organ. The cheerful, melodic music is so loud that you simply can’t avoid them. I went on a tour around Utrecht’s Spelklok museum to explore further the rather alien world (to me at least) of automatic musical instruments. The attention to detail in each of the instruments was staggering. Well worth a visit.

Rietveld-Schröderhuis:
In a sense the attention to detail of the instruments was mirrored in a minimalistic little house, the Rietveld-Schröderhuis, which has become famous over the years in Utrecht for its association with the start of the art movement, De Stijl (‘The Style’). Although modern in appearance the house is pretty old and is actually falling apart, perhaps since its designer was more a furniture designer than an architect. Nonetheless a really interesting example of form being defined by function: in particular the use of partitioning to adapt the families living style in an effectively wall-less space. No photos were allowed inside but if you want a feel for what it looked like it's often said that a chair, located inside, sums it up.

Dick Bruna Huis:
The home of Nijntje, or Miffy, is a great place for children but also for anyone intrigued in graphic art or design. After many a concerted effort, there were a lot of Chinese tourists, I was able to see copies of some of the original books by Dick Bruna and the extensive translations as well as the first editions of Miffy and progressively Miffy’s friends. An interactive section also allowed you to listen to the stories and observe the process in which Miffy is created. Not just a simply drawn rabbit as many think but rather a collation of areas of block coloured card and an overlain black stencil print. Certainly reminiscent of some of the works in the Utrecht Centraal Museum and, in my opinion, Henri Matisse’s later work.

Kasteel de Haar:
Within the province of Utrecht but not the city itself lies a fairy-tale castle, park, ponds and grounds called Kasteel de Haar. A simple train from Utrecht Centraal Station and a 20min local bus ride through the picturesque village of Haarzuilens was all that was required to find it. Covering over 135 acres of land the grounds were a great place for a stroll, fortunately the weather had picked up for my visit! The castle itself had over 200 rooms and so was well worth a tour. I was astounded to find out that the place was only used by the affluent Van Zuylen family for one month a year, a time where they invite only the most famous of guests to wine and dine. Once more no photos inside!  

Amsterdam By Night...


With only a couple of nights and a lot of choice we decided to go with the ones suggested by locals or those that had visited them. If you’re ever in Amsterdam then give these some consideration...

Studio 80- With an emphasis on electric music this club was full of young trendy people and what looked like aspiring musicians or DJs, a kind of creative nesting ground. The two rooms, one with a podium area and the other a stage, were both pretty packed out by 1:30 and it was hard to see past the masses especially under the dramatic strobe lighting. Opening from 11-3:30 it was an energy-consumer on our first night.        

AIR- Apparently referred to as the wannabee Studio 80 this club was larger and certainly more modern. The music became more and more like a single techno beat as the night progressed and a strange automated card system was in place which was used to order drinks and use the cloakroom. A little bit more expensive but it did close later! At 5, we were proud to have made it.    

Trouw- Outside of Rembrandtplein but nearer to the university this club, once more specialising in techno music, didn’t have the grandeur of AIR but rather an underground feel. Reminiscent of a club called Tresor in Berlin, the building was formerly a newspaper printing facility. Certainly full of Amsterdammers this club was probably my favourite, the local-presence also created a more laid back atmosphere.

Coco’s Outback- For our last night we thought we’d better just go to a bar, this was the one we were recommended. If you couldn’t tell by the name it’s Australian and being Australian it was furnished almost entirely in wood, full with TV screens showing all manner of sports and offering cocktails and drinks at reasonable prices. A cosy way to end a cosy couple of days with my girls.    

Amsterdam with a capital A (06-10/09)


Here I've tried to condense my love of Amsterdam into coherent paragraphs which is no mean feat! My Dad turned 60 this week (Happy Birthday Dad! I love you lots!) and being in the company of my amazing twin sister and friend from England was enough to get me thinking about where it is that I feel most at home. After these past few days I think a part of me will always say Amsterdam.

Art.
Unfortunately the Rijksmusuem was closed but its neighbour, harbouring works from one of the not so traditional Dutch masters, the Van Gogh Museum, was open and I needed no invitation. His downward spiralling rollercoaster life reflected in his move from the traditional Dutch earthy palette with realistic subject matter (epitomised in The Potato Eaters) to his renowned bold, expressive brushstrokes and bright colours (particularly in Wheatfield with Crows) has always excited me. Always on the periphery in life I love that in death his works takes central stage. Indeed art itself is intrinsic to the city. From the graffiti and expression of the coffee shops*, the merchandise of the markets, the posters on street posts, the tenuous reflection of tightly packed houses in its canals to the National Monument that casts its shadows over the street performers in Dam Square. Art is everywhere.

Culture.
Half the beauty of Amsterdam’s architecture is rooted in it: churches, both old and new, the Koninklijk Paleis. The same can be said for the Bloemenmarket (Flower Market) and Noordermarkt (a flea market) which adorn the beautiful canals that circle the city since they reflect the Dutch’s rich trading past and present. On sale: traditional Dutch wooden clogs, tulips and bulbs, all manner of cheeses and Dutch favourites; stroopwaffels (a ‘syrup-waffle’), poffertjes (mini pancakes), drop (liquorice) and dare I say, cannabis. The home of Heineken, the Heineken Experience was a light-hearted must see; taking you through the process of its creation and astounding success.        

History.
A visit to Amsterdam would not be complete without one to the Anne Frank House. Her remarkably detailed diary entries come alive when you truly stand where she stood, so much so I felt a knot in my heart, a kind of mixture of fear and anxiety as I climbed the steep stairs to their Annex. I can’t possibly begin to imagine how she must have felt, day and night. The house itself, at her father Otto’s request, is vacant of furniture so as you walk around the hollow wooden rooms reading the quotations from her diary on the walls or listening to interviews with friends or family of Anne you really begin to sense just a snippet of the longing she had to be free, be outside enjoying the nature that Amsterdam has in abundance. One day I will read the original version of her diary, the Dutch version.


Nature. 
Amsterdam has more to offer then one might think to a nature-lover like me. The urban location for its small Hortus Botanicus, holding an enormous diversity of plants, actually added to its charm. The highlight for me was the Three-Climate Greenhouse, at the slide of a door and within the space of a couple of metres you walked through the sub-tropical, the desert and the tropical. For Amsterdam’s home grown nature you need not look further than its parks, the Vondelpark is one of note. The laughter, music and picnic scents of the Sunday afternoons in the Vondelpark ensure pure relaxation. Many happy hours were spent there with my twin and friend who had come to visit me. Strangely Amsterdam’s laid back atmosphere is evident even on the most metropolitan parts of its canals, where boats struggle to pass by each other or fit beneath the low lying bridges. We found all this out when taking out a Canal Bike (a pedalo) for an hour or so!

*Coffee Shops, of which there are infinite amounts, are those which sell cannabis in Amsterdam. If a place is called a cafe then that's where they will actually offer coffee!   

The Hiding Place (04/09)


One can literally not escape school without learning of the plights of individuals and groups in World War II and the Holocaust. Personally I think that is fair enough. Years ago now I chose to attend a Holocaust Memorial workshop, at my school, where survivors told their stories, answered questions and shared their scars. Some through their eyes as they spoke, one through a camp number tattooed on her arm, another by rolling up his trousers to reveal a prosthetic leg. It’s so easy to forget those that weren’t targeted, and more shockingly, the people that formed a resistance; putting themselves, by choice, into the ‘target zone’. The family Ten Boom were those kind of people. Their family house, where they hid Jews, above their watch shop in Haarlem still stands today so I went to visit, taking advantage of the free guided tour to hear more about their remarkable story. Here are some of my thoughts...

Harmony: At a time where society was fragmenting the family, devoted Christians, still beckoned Jews into their home to live with mutual respect and understanding. They read only from the Old Testament in their evenings together and respected their fellows Sabbath when it came to their household chores. That’s how it should be.    

The 'hiding place'
Luxury: The size of the ‘hiding place’ behind Corrie’s cupboard and a false wall, where the Jews or members of the Resistance in the house at the time would run to at the sound of the alarm, was unbelievably small. When the house was raided and the family arrested 6 people stayed there for 48hrs! Fortunately not discovered, 4 of them survived the war. We have so much space that we waste and so much freedom we choose not to cherish.

Hope: When given the option, as an elderly man, to die in his own bed rather than be arrested Corrie’s father responded "If I go home today, tomorrow I will open my door to anyone who knocks for help”. We are all called to shine God's light in the darkness. His words reminded me of a poem by Martin Niemöller and the idea that we are all designed to live in in this world together not alone.

Forgiveness: Surviving the war Corrie set up a home for the mentally scarred in Holland, as envisioned by her sister Betsie, and later even in Germany! She went to many conferences to share her story and God’s word. At a conference in Germany she was greeted by a born-again guard from Ravensbrück, where her sister was especially maltreated before her death. She shook his hand and with the help of God forgave him. I'm not sure how many of us could do that.

We have so much to learn from these people. The next book I'm reading is The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom.

A Coastal Cycle (01-02/09)



Why not cycle 32km?... If your first thought was anything along the lines of ‘Why would you?’ then let me explain to you why that is what I chose to do on a Saturday morning and a Sunday afternoon. Quite simply it is because the route from Noordwijk to Scheveningen, passing through Katwijk and Wassenaar on the way, is picturesque. In particular the Meijendel Dunes which harbour a vast range of flora and fauna, from bird species to small creatures, all contained in its dynamic water and grassland landscape. All such things could be viewed from high vantage points or just experienced on the occasional picnic benches designed for those travelling along the coast. Having not bought my own provisions (clever I know!) I jumped at the sight of a small cafe, an oasis in the desert of the dunes. Indeed, nothing quite beats sipping a smoothie in the sun, surrounded by God’s marvellous creation.


A Loop of Leiden (29/08)


A 9km cycle into Leiden left me with enough energy for a city walking tour of my own making, with the help of a free handout. Incidentally not the formal tourist walking tour called the ‘Leiden Loop’. I started at one of the many mills in Leiden, purely because it was near the tourist information, but it seemed perfect since I soon passed by the Leiden Schouwberg theatre and the Lakenhal before reaching the first Protestant and the first Catholic churches to be built in Leiden. Edging further into the centre of the town I then spotted the Waag weigh house and the City Hall. The latter lead me nicely along a canal adorned with market stalls- as seems to always be the case! Feeling a little bit like I was in Camden I then turned down a small street called Pieterskwartier, famous in the area for its little boutiques and cafes, which was neatly rounded off by the Pieters church and Gravensteen, a former ancient prison now used by the university.

The university itself was not too far away and even so it was hard to miss the great migration of trendy looking youths with name badges heading in that direction. As I sat on the university’s adjacent park I scanned some of their nervous-looking faces and rather enjoyed guessing what they might be studying or where they may have come from, picturing myself in their shoes. After my rest, on my way back to my bike, I climbed up the many steps to reach the town’s medieval castle (De Burcht) in order to see all that I had seen at ground level from on high. The view was certainly worth the climb, in particular that of the Gothic highland church nearby. From that vantage point, pretty typical of a Dutch town, Leiden’s area in square miles seemed small but its population density and places of interest seemed anything but. As proven by this staggering house (photo above) which didn’t even make it into any of the tourist leaflets! I will be coming back to Leiden for sure.              

Stuck in Zeist (27/08)


Zeist is a small Wassenaar-like town in the middle of Holland near to the city of Utrecht. In order to get there, and I say this with great pride, I succeeded in catching 2 correct trains and 2 correct buses. The weather, which was dismal over the weekend, had fortunately dissipated so a walk around the beautiful twin squares, the Zuster en Broederplein, was possible. The squares, possessing affluent manor houses, were located on either side of the central street, itself adorned with bright pot plants and conifers. They prepared the way if you like to the Slot Zeist, the largest house of them all, which stood centrally ahead of the squares, proudly overlooking the street into the town centre.

There was certainly an aristocratic aloofness to the Slot Zeist since to enter its grounds one had to cross a single bridge. Nevertheless the little island was superb and the view beyond the lake around it, equally so. Much of the building was undergoing construction work but that didn’t detract from its kinship to nature. It was easy to lose track of time. Indeed when I headed back to the bridge at 5pm it was locked. Quickly I circled the grounds but all the machinery was now abandoned. Hoping I wasn’t totally alone on the island I ran back to where I’d passed an old lady sitting and was oh-so relieved to find her there once more. Together we paced the grounds and pondered as to how we could get across the water. In the end I dialled 112, she spoke. After an hour, by which time I’d grown rather fond of the lady who had funnily enough been an au pair herself in Paris in her youth, the police arrived with a single key to open the gate. Over we crossed. I must admit I was a little bit jittery as the doors of the train closed on my return...how bizarre.  

Now That's What I Call Art (26/08)

Strolling around rows upon rows of antique stalls on the Lange Voorhout was a lovely way to spend the Sunday morning. There were tiny silver spoons and golden earring all piled in glass cabinets, streams of delicately hung vintage clothing, orderly placed items of heavy mahogany furniture, well-worn newspapers and postcards from times gone by and so much more. The magnitude of stalls and utter depth of antiques meant that before I knew it afternoon was approaching. Having also looked around the experimental sculptures which decorated the market I was totally in the mood for more art.

Air and Water, Escher
I visited the Eschermusuem, a former palace on the Lange Voorhurt holding a vast number of infamous works by M. C. Escher (a Dutch graphic artist). There was  a technical, even mathematical, nature to his work which when combined with his meticulous realism produced amazing optical illusions and astounding metamorphoses.  A practical workshop on the highest floor of the gallery laid out how such effects were made and how, because you did need convincing, the images he created were simply not possible. These ahead-of-their-time wood-cuttings and lithographs were all showcased against the backdrop of a traditional palace yet modern, sensational chandeliers by artist Hans van Bentem hung in each chamber.

Now That's What I Call Art.  

Hague Hype (25/08)

It calls itself the liveliest part of Den Haag (The Hague). Not really surprising then to hear that the Grote Markt is a large central square filled with clubs, bars, cafes and restaurants. It's probably true. The place was packed with people sitting, relaxing, drinking and chatting under the yellow glows of the lampposts that kept the square from complete darkness as the night progressed. Fortunately for me the casual atmosphere was reflected in outfits, I’m not much of a dresser-upper. At midnight we thought we’d go to the Supermarkt, not because we were in need of a few food essentials...but on a recommendation that it was a good club (even if it does have a strange name). Although the dance floor was excruciatingly slow to fill up the DJ did mix well. The tunes were ones which I, as an English girl, could happily sing-a-long to with only a couple of European-sounding numbers making the playlist and even those were sung in English! All in all it was a fun evening and well rounded off when at 2:30 we watched masses of people, upon leaving the club, all shakily mount their bikes to head home. That would just never happen in England.

Wassenaar by Night (24/08)

Thought I’d give the nightlife in Wassenaar a chance on Friday but I wasn’t harbouring much hope. I knew that it was not going to be as large or commercialised as was Noordwijk since there wasn’t an event on as such. I also knew that Wassenaar itself boasts only 2 potential venues. Actually make that 1. It is well known locally that one is just for the school kids. So I knew I didn’t really have a choice of clubs! Nevertheless I went with 3 other au pairs (a Czech, a Latvian and a South African), sorry I just love the international appeal of the job, who all assured me that they had spent many a good nights here. Whilst the night revealed my previous qualms to be true, adding to them a deepened hatred of smokers, it also proved to be good honest fun. I mean naturally we were the only ones dancing since the Dutch shun the ‘club’ culture in favour of ‘pub’ drinking and we were probably the only girls, definitely the only people under 30 of the very scarce number inside. But I reckon I’d do it again.

Daydreaming in Delft (23/08)


A lovely historical city surrounded by canals and laden with side streets and stalls, bicycles and bridges! Embodied by the busy morning at the large market square separating the Town Hall, Nieuwe and the Oude Kerk which was in full-swing as I parked my bike after a rather traumatic 20km ride. I visited both churches. Impressive both inside and out. Indeed the former held the grave of William of Orange, only the ‘Father of the Fatherland’ and the later that of Johannes Vermeer, a world famous painter considered a true master of light. Being the art lover that I am I had to pay a visit to the Vermeer Centrum where a replica timeline of all his works, an astonishingly small amount, mounts the walls. Further rooms explored the techniques of the Delft painter whose rather mysterious life leaves still much to uncover.

But perhaps Delft’s most well-known influence on the Netherlands today is through its pottery: the characteristic blue and white ceramics are rooted in the city and found alongside copies of Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring and The Milkmaid in almost every shop. I also went to see the Botanical Gardens where a thatched viewing tower produced a beautiful view over Delft's greenery. Not to be out done, the view from the top of the Nieuwe Kerk was spectacular in its urban complexion. In case you’re wondering a trip up the Oude Kerk tower was not possible as it actually resembles the Leaning Tower of Pisa in structure! Everywhere I went I found myself daydreaming about living in Delft.                    

Noordwijk Nightlife (18/08)

Used my OV card for the first time to get to Noordwijk! It turns out I can function on public transport and arrive places not looking really red and sweaty, always good when meeting new people! Not sure how much use that was though as after a couple of hours on a packed out beach that was my predicament. Needless to say it was scorching. Anyway after refreshments and food we headed to the first Full Moon Party to be held in Noordwijk, at the Beachclub De Klink. Basically an outdoor beach party. There we were 4 au pairs: a German, a Canadian, an American and me in a Dutch club at 10pm.

It wasn’t too surprising to find that the various rooms were filled to bursting with people dancing, talking and drinking but since most of it was in open air, and some of it actually on the beach, I didn’t actually find myself feeling too claustrophobic. Regardless there was techno music, much like that which they play in Berlin clubs, but also the more typically Dutch house music, pounding out of the speakers to keep me from thoughts of heat and space! All in all I thought it was pretty awesome! Next morning, a little bit of post party relaxation on the beach: the life.

Seeing Scheveningen (17/08)

Next on my list, Scheveningen. An area north of Den Haag it is in the opposite direction to Noordwijk but still along the beloved Dutch coast. Once more I took a beautiful coastal path through the dunes of around 15km. To reach the cycle path I cut through perhaps one of the richest areas of Wassenaar and felt like an intruder as I gazed upon large imposing facades and pearly gates with lawns humongous in size and style.

The view along Scheveningen was a different story! On my right the sand was occupied almost completely by rickety beach bars and quirky clubs and, on my left, the road was coated with tiered hotels, restaurants and museums. A real Dutch seaside resort. Nothing like the vastness of the Wassenaar elite. The boulevard itself was sprinkled with seating areas and intriguing sculptures, a series by an American sculptor along the theme of fairytales particularly caught my eye. The hustle and bustle continued all the way up to the harbours where boats, great and small, were moored tip to tip. Bikes a plenty.

In search of tranquility I settled in the nearby Westbroekpark. An area of true natural beauty. Reminiscient of Monet’s garden in the bridges that crossed the streams. From there I headed to the area of Scheveningen beach known for being a bit quieter, the Zwarte Pad, for a spot of sunbathing before I tackled the ride back.

Sun, sand, sea... flowers and history! (11-12/08)


Nothing quite like the sea breeze running through your hair as you cycle on the sand-clad paths that pave the way through the dunes of the Dutch coastline. I had time to think this on my travels since the way to Noordwijk was so exquisitely signposted for all 18km I didn’t really need to think about where I was going! The undulating nature of the dunes did however take its toll and a rest at the beach was much needed, it seemed a lot of people had a similar idea! As I lay on my now somewhat overused beach towel photographs of me, from childhood, on that beach emerged only to fade in front of my eyes. Kind of in the way the waves gently tussled with the shore. I was actually surprised at how much I recollected of the town as I took a 4.5km walking tour to see some of Noordwijk’s historic pockets before heading back to the beach.

I had timed my visit to coincide with the Blomenfestival held annually in Noordwijk so the Oude Jereonskerk was adorned with beautiful bouquets of flowers and floral displays. In the evening, as part of the festivities, I watched a succession of elaborately decorated cars, differently themed floats and of course ridiculously happy people! As they travelled slowly through the streets the colourful and inventive displays were admired, sweets were given out, music blared, the sun set and many photos were taken! Having stayed the night with family friends I was able to further explore Noordwijk the following morning and see the floats stationary along the Koningin Wilhelmina Boulevard which runs parallel to the beach.

A visit to the Atlantikwall Museum, the Museum Noordwijk and the special tourist market held by the lighthouse on some Sundays was a lovely way to end an interesting weekend. As a cycled back I stopped off at Katwijk beach to enjoy yet more relaxation this Dutch summer.    

A Day in The Hague (10/08)


After a 12km cycle ride into Den Haag (The Hague) I was all too happy to sit and enjoy the beautiful view of the Binnenhof from the benches adhering the Hof-vijer. The sun caught the water of the central fountain beautifully and the flags of the Dutch provinces blew proudly in the breeze. An even better view was enjoyed from the window of the Haags Historisch Museum appropriately situated nearby. Inside which multitudinous paintings illustrated the development of the city into the centre of government that it is today. In fact the Queen resides not in Amsterdam but, as my trip to Koninklije Stallen and their associated gardens proved, a mere walking distance from the Binnenhof. This compelling mixture of old and new was further evident in the interior differences between the Grote Kerk and the Nieuw Kerk.

Luckily for me Den Haag was hosting ‘The Rainbow Nation’ which meant that contemporary South African sculpture was being exhibited on Lange Voorhout free to the wondering eye of the international crowd. The sculptures tracked the creativity of generations of such artists once freed from oppression and particularly the intrinsic importance of the South African identity, found in the subject matter and the materials used. Indeed the theme of identity was unavoidable as a seemingly endless stream of foreign embassies pervaded my map as I made my way to the Vredepalais where the International Court of Justice operates. It was interesting to think that each embassy I walked past had its own stone on the world peace pathway that stood outside the gates of the palace.

Last but not least I visited the Panorama Mesdag, the largest painting of the Netherlands. A total must see. The paintings great size, 360 degree complexion and sheer attention to detail created the illusion of reality. The Scheveningen landscape of 1881 which it depicted seemed tangible. The long dark corridor and stairs that made the way to the viewing hut and the central positioning of the hut itself, so that you couldn’t see the top or the bottom of the painting, undoubtedly played their part but all credit to the artist. Just wow. No photos were allowed so you'll just have to take it from me!  

A Thoughtful Tuesday (07/08)


I have been thinking a lot this week about my youth. Thus it seemed fitting to go with my Mum to look around De Kaag, a place where she used to play with her school friends. It’s a small island with around 300 inhabitants so to get there we hopped on the boat. The boat journey was less than 30 seconds but it felt like we had gone back hundreds of years. There was a sense of tranquillity in the apparent simplicity of their lifestyle: the traditional looking houses with clogs hanging by the doors, the well-trimmed gardens and the little old shops selling handmade merchandise and food. The calm currents of water which enveloped the village only supplemented my sense of peace.

It was as we walked around the village that my Mum recognised the farm in which her friend had lived, we approached in a bemused fashion to see if the family still lived there (family surnames are printed on the front doors) and they did!

We found out from her sister-in-law that Mum’s friend had died over 15 years ago from cancer. It made me think about everything that my mum left behind when she moved to England at just 19 and everything that has happened since. I felt fortunate and blessed, love you Mum!

I'm here!

All 37 shirts dresses and cardigans, 9 jumpers, 7 trousers, 6 shorts/skirts and 5 pairs of shoes have been safely put away. The walls of my room are now semi-clothed with mementos from home.

Plugged in the walls are all the pieces of technology (including a new Dutch mobile) that I have set up. My mobile now has, hopefully, all the contact information and apps that I will ever need!

In a more traditional manner a map of Wassenaar is sitting on top of the drawers next to the TV. Braving the elements, the process of village exploration by bicycle has been initiated and is starting to pay off... with help from Gijs and Caatje I was able to find the library this morning and even got myself a nice book to read whilst the kids played on the Wii. You read correctly, they have a Wii in the library. They also have a cinema, tents with soft play equipment, a mini aquarium and a wall of mirrors!

Why Wassenaar?

The family. I used a really simple, put-up-your-profile style, website called Au Pair World and they seemed like the best fit. 

The location. Whilst not many people have heard of Wassenaar it boasts a perfect proximity to the beautiful Dutch coastline. It is on the doorstep of The Hague and nestles conveniently between Rotterdam and Amsterdam- perfect for the tourist in me! Also, perhaps most importantly, it is within reaching distance of my family and friends.     

The opportunities. Among other things there is a language course, an International Church and other Au Pairs nearby :) 

So whilst I am nervous about my Dutch departure I am also very excited :)