Dude, Where’s my Bike?

There comes a time in everyone’s life where things start to go slightly pear-shaped. And no, I’m not talking about that mid-life crisis where you start to put a few pounds on that somewhat youthful looking waist. That’s not happened. Yet, at least ;) What I mean is that certain things don’t go as smoothly as perhaps they should and if I’m honest, I didn’t expect it to happen this early in my life. What I am talking about, I hear you cry? Well for lack of a better name, let’s call it ‘forgetfulness’. Simply put, the grey matter between my ears has simply appeared to stop functioning. Perhaps it has something to do with all this fresh air whilst cycling, which is sometimes VERY fresh indeed let me tell you!!

My brain seems to totally overreact to this abundance of air and forgets things, namely where in the good lord’s name did I put my bike.

I wish it were funny, but I’ve estimated I spend more time looking for the thing than actually riding it. The time spent looking for the ‘Fennell Fiets’ (Fiets is Dutch for bike, by the way. You pronounce it like FEETS my fellow English readers) goes up depending on the amount of beers in the blood stream. Now, there was one horrible, horrible night where I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I put the god damned contraption. After at least 30mins of desperately searching I gave up and trundled off homeward bound until I was rather heroically picked up by some fellow international students. When I say picked up, what I mean is that I was told to pedal, whilst the passenger sat happily on the back...

The most irritating part of this story is that my bike was in the very next row of bike racks, to the ones which I was harassing in order to find it. Definitely a D'oh moment... An interesting trail of thoughts goes through your head when trying to find that illusive bike... The first thought isn’t, ‘oh no, somebody has stolen my bike!’ No, far from it. It’s actually: Right, which bike doesn’t have a lock on it..? For the record I’ve not stolen a bike and do not intend to :) I need some sort of neon lighting to aid me in my quest to find it. Or perhaps a Fiets-Jeeves who I could call to collect me when I want to go home. That would be marvellous. All I know is that it seems to happen on a regular basis - even during the day. After playing squash I come out to find that bike and I just have no idea where it is...! Popping to the shops too. On exit, it takes some effort to remember where it is! I need to draw maps from now on...

The name of my bike is ‘Gazelle’. And no, I didn’t make that up; that’s what it says on the side. Apparently it is a common makes of bike here in the Netherlands, just like the Gazelle is one of the most common animals in Africa.

According to Wikipedia, ‘Gazelles are known as swift animals, able to maintain speeds as high as 50 miles per hour!’ Splendid. If only someone would tell my bike that. It rides more like a gazelle that’s been eaten by a lion and then spat back out. Even 5 miles an hour would be a miracle for this sorry excuse for a Gazelle. The gear change is close to non-existent and if it does happen, it’s more by luck than anything else. You could be calmly trotting down the big red cycle path when suddenly: BANG! You’re back in the top gear. Surprises all round then. You do actually live up to your name though as I think you enjoy running around like a Gazelle whilst I'm not there and move yourself to another spot, thus causing all my problems! We could, however, also mention the two flat tyres.

Though that’s probably my fault. But I’m British so I’ve got to blame someone else: the Fennell Fiets it is then. So proud, I put my name on it? Nah, I just adore alliteration.

I have one more thing to say: Gazelle 246, you’ve let your fellow Gazelles down, you’ve let me down, but most of all, you’ve let yourself down. If I didn’t need you right now to cover the marathon distance between my ‘house’ (that’s a whole other story) and the university, I would quite happily feed you to the lions. Oh hang on; even they don’t want you...

Speculoos causes security scare in Eindhoven /\ Third world war avoided on Ryanair Flight /\ Sheffield Calling

Well… I write to you from my homeland. From my cosy little bedroom with all that stuff I left behind all those weeks ago before beginning my journey to the land ofOranje! It’s all still here, in exactly the same place. However, there appears to be nice layer of dust that has nestled its way on top of most things!!! That maid service has obviously been slacking whilst I’ve been away…Tut tut mother!

So, this trip is as unexpected to me as it is to you. Spur of the moment decision and the need of some food that comes out of an actual OVEN (yes, I still have not got one in NL!) forced my hand to come home. But my goodness is it nice to be back!!!It’s been 3 months almost to the day since I left these shores and I suppose I was feeling a bitabroad bored, so I took the hit of some overpriced Ryanair tickets and set sail,LONDON bound.And there is nothing that says welcome home more than a lovelycockney accent which greeted me at passport control. Just loved it and had to laugh out loud! It’s been too long! As much as I love this ''International style variation of English'', a nice cockney was in order. (Don't make your own jokes up there..) Followed by a “Rosy Lee” (Cop of Tea), a walk up the “Apples and Pears” (stairs) and chat on the “Dog and Bone” (Phone), my homecoming was complete.

But more interesting than all that soppy stuff is what ACTUALLY happened on my flight… Probably a world first. I had already taken my seat next to the window and about to fall asleep. (NOTE: this is after a nice 10min bike ride to the train station, laden with suitcase at 5.30AM! Followed by an hour train journey and a 20 minute bus ride. I was tired!) Anyhows, this girl/young lady sat on the aisle seat, cleverly leaving the middle seat free between us (or she preferred to sit far away from me? Can’t imagine that’s true though..). The plane filled up quickly and some rather too awake Dutch youths boarded.

Most found seats apart from one lass who in the most polite Dutch ever asked if she could, ‘possibly, maybe, just sit there?’ pointing to the seat in between me and the aisle girl. The reply was short and sharp from this said girl: “Nee”. Or a big FAT NO to you and me. No? Sorry?! Had I misheard that and simply imagined that in my sleepy state? No, she really did say no and then carry on as if that was normal! As you can imagine, that didn’t go down too well and a few heated words were exchanged with the end result being that the still-standing Dutch youth simply said she’d “rather sit in the toilet...!” Now, that is a claim and a half! She didn’t. Which is a shame as that would have made this tale perfect! Needless to say, nobody else tried to sit in that seat…

In Eindhoven airport itself, I was accused of being a terrorist, plotting to do some serious damage with my jar of Dutch chocolate spread. Ohhhh, dangerous…

It was removed from my luggage with the added comment that it could be used as some sort of fuel. I’d really like to see him try get that jet off the ground with a 400g jar of Speculoos. Come on people. KEEP IT REAL! If i wanted to do some real damage (which I didn't, just to clear that up :) ), I wouldn't walk into an airport with a jar of CHOCOLATE SPREAD in my bag, which i then subsequently let you search through in order to find it! (The offending article is on the left, so if you see anyone with it: please call the police immediately...)

So I’m home and staying here for a week! I’ll be revisiting the city of steel and there may be an update about that later. Maybe. My Blogging frequency seems to be slipping… I don’t know why exactly, it’s not like I’m rushed off my feet. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember where my feet have been…? Hmmm….

Till next time. But in the meantime change your Facebook status now to tell the whole world something mundane and utterly useless. Oh, you’ve already done that… ;)

James

xXx

Tall, politics, push und pull, mind-blowing and party centraal

Ahhh... We meet again my friends. Glad that you could make it. Ready for an update? Good, then here we goooooooo........

I knew the Dutch were a tall bunch. But WOW, they are giants. I feel like one of the 7 Dwarfs, probably Sleepy after this continuous assualt of all night parties. Anyhow, after much research and consultation i've found out why they are indeed very tall. Here is my best explanation:

"It comes from the fact that most of the country is under sea level and so when everything does indeed go 'tits-up' and water starts pouring in from left, right and centre, then only the tallest ones will survive as they are the only ones who will be able to stick their necks up above the water level. Due to evolution theory and other complex issues, all the short people have unfortunately been refused a Dutch passport and/or become German."

So, there you have it. Now I know I'm not the tallest in England but when you sit in a class full of young, Dutch women and you are the shortest there, then that starts to eat away at you...

One VERY, VERY important lesson to learn no matter which country you go to is to learn the words for push and pull, in, for example, the instructions of how to operate a door. There are terrible, terrible consequences for you if you don't learn these... For example, the word push in Dutch is 'duwen'. There is nothing about this word that tells you it means push and the helpful arrow next to it on the door could mean anything. So you are left well and truly alone here to make your decision.

Imagine: you're the first to go through the door with a row of people behind you, probably Dutch. You have to make a split-second decision. Do I push or do I pull? The choice is difficult because the doors here try to trick you. You never know if it's a pusher or a puller. The word for pull is 'trekken' which again leaves you clueless. So do you trek or do you duuw? Now what often happens to me is that I trek a duwer or I duuw a trekker. And that's not good. You look stupid and then you make a huffy puffy sound as if to say that it was the door's fault. Which in fairness it was as a) it wasn't open in the first place and b) it didn't make it blindlingly obvious of I should trek or duuw! Doors! Who needs 'em?

Changing topic completely, I would like to bring your attention to the wonders, or rather the simply completely mind-blowing complexity, of being in a German class with predominantly Dutch native speakers (with a few Germans who blatantly want to be just about anywhere else but in the class!)

Now the teacher speaks German, she is after all GERMAN. But the students... My lord! I don't know whether to speak German, Dutch, Chinese or Swahili. And trying to constantly change your mind set so that you can speak Dutch and German is just so freakin damned hard that I'm glad when the 90mins are over!! Honestly, it's like trying to tell the difference between semi-skimmed milk and full-fat milk just by looking at it. Impossible. And don't even get me started on my ability to speak German.... It gets more and more interesting by the day...!

To round off, we'll talk politics. Now the political situation in the Netherlands is, well, interesting... Apparently nobody is running the country at the moment, the Queen's speech the other week was less than impressive and not actually written by her and to top that, some cheeky little bugger threw a little candle holder thing at her royal carriage whilst she was in it. Many things wrong with that. Firstly, why a candle holder when there are many, many more things which would do a lot more damage...! Secondly, why is everyone suddenly ganging up on the Queenie? Leave her alone! But I think there is a coalition now. I think. Or there will be one. Anyone actually know? The Dutch love to talk politics. Brilliant..!

So, I leave you now. I be back soon. Maybe baby.

Ciao

James

xXx

There are times when you just want a good old Sheffieldian Hill...

Yes, you did indeed read that right. I’m missing what I’ve spent a good 2 years complaining about: The Seven Hills of Sheffield, although in reality we all know that there are in fact more than 7...

Holland: the land of flatness. If there weren’t some silly scientific rules that say it’s impossible to roll a ball from Nijmegen to Amsterdam, then I’m pretty sure I could roll a ball from Nijmegen to Amsterdam. It’s that flat. The biggest hill here is the wheelchair access ramp to the lecture halls. I’m not kidding. I long for a proper hill, one where once you’ve reached the top you pant, ‘Jesus, who thought building a town in the hilliest place known to man was a good idea?’

For all those people in Sheffield: I envy you! Lucky you with all those hills... However... There is one advantage of being in Nijmegen: Cycling is easy. Although when you have a passenger, well, that’s another story (isn’t it Aimeé...). Scarred for life.

Though I do miss a good old walk to and from University. Cycling is fine but I’ve not quite mastered the carrying an umbrella (almost took out about 6 innocent pedestrians last week...) whilst on my phone, carrying a small box trick which just about everyone else seems to be able to do.

Wow, that’s a lot about hills... What else have Ibeen doing?! Well, I’m now famous in the Dutch/German/English office as I spent the best part of the first week there! Almost a fellow secretary there I tell thee!

To get anything done here, you have to go through about 3 people and probably even then, you’re still not sure if what you wanted to happen has happened. My first week has involved emotions ranging from 'sheer confusion' to 'utter bewilderment'. I never seem to be registered for courses which I should be, which kind of makes the whole painful and lengthy ‘Learning Agreement’ process pointless, Maybe I’m just not being as organised as I usually am but some days I think, ‘What the hell am I doing now?!’ It’s not as easy/simple as it is at Sheffield :) For starters I never really fully understand what’s occurring in lessons. I’ve infiltrated a course which is only meant for actual Dutch students and sometimes the teacher will say something about a lesson from the previous year and the whole class will start reminiscing about a certain event, meanwhile, I’ll be sitting there and laughing blissfully along, taking some sort of sympathy from the fact that I know they’re talking about something I haven’t the foggiest about.

Printing the numerous bits and bobs out for classes etc is a mission in itself, especially when they tell you to print stuff out but you’re not actually part of the online group allowing you access to the file, so you actually can’t do it. Then you have to get a special card to let you actually print something off. Why not use the Student Card they gave me as some sort of payment card just like we have at Sheffield?! Much easier. Honestly, it’s like living in the stone age.

This is all very negative! I’m sorry. I’m actually still having a good time. I suppose I’ve just been reading The Sun too much and therefore exaggerate everything, focus on stupid things and never report the good stuff in the world.

So I shall end on a HIGH. No, no, not from that funny stuff which people kind of, maybe, aren’t, but are allowed to smoke in certain places, but actually with a picture of a touch-screen machine in the supermarket which I found quite funny. Maybe I’m just a kid but I had a giggle!

Cigarettes or shag? What a choice....

Now unfortunately I don’t smoke sooo...

(For the more curious amongst you, ‘shag’ is only the stuff which you put in cigarettes, so the Red Light District didn't just suddenly appear...)

We also have a 'beautiful' bike shed,

according to our 'Caretaker', and this is where I took my next photo (or for the Dutch readers of this blog: this is where I 'made' this photo)

And who has the heart to tell this furry little fella to move? I know I couldn’t do it. Could you?

!! IN OTHER NEWS !!

So I also have a Dutch Blog now too.

It is HERE: http://all-double-dutch.blogspot.com/

I've aptly named it: It's All Double Dutch To Me. Even kijken

If you're one of the unlucky ones who can't speak Dutch, then there are some pretty pictures ;) If are a foreigner and able to digest the language of the Oranje then klik op de link :) And if you are Dutch then feel free to have a grammatical rant.

Veel plezier en succes met alles :D

van je lieve James

Groetjes :D

xXxXx

Time for a Breather

My my. What a hectic time! I don’t think I’ve ever actually been so busy in my entire life and strange things are happening to my language capabilities. I’m not sure if you know, I may, or may not have mentioned it, BUT, I was ‘The best Germanic Studies Student’ at the end of Year 1 (as voted by the overwhelming majority of, well, the overwhelming majority..?!). However, now I can’t speak German to save my life. This is not good seeing as I’m also doing a German course here too! Believe me I’ve tried to speak to my good German buddies here but all that comes out are ‘ik’, ‘ben’ and ‘maar’ instead of ‘ich’, ‘bin’ and ‘aber’... So I feel like I’ve gone back about 4 years. Mindblowing... I’d rather speak in Dutch now! Sod der/die/das/denen/dessen/dem etc, just say ’de’ It’s amazing what 5 weeks does. Practically Johan Cruijff now. (If you don’t know who that is: Google)

So, what have I been up to? Perhaps easier to say what I’ve not been doing: sleeping. All day, everyday, it is party time! One problem though: I can’t physically take it anymore! I need a

holiday... Oh wait, I’m an ERASMUS student. Pretty much a holiday then ;) To the right you will see my lovely group mentors Gaby and Vincent! Hartelijk bedankt mensen :D

Here are a few things which are now getting quite on my t*ts after 5 weeks:

1. The Dutch transport company seem to make it as difficult as possible for you to actually buy a ticket. There a machines at every station. That’s great. However, what’s not great is that most of them don’t let you pay by coin. None of them take notes and you can’t use your foreign debit card to purchase them. Thus, this generates the greatest possibility as a newbie in Holland, that a nice inspector will come along and slap a hefty fine on you as you’ve got no ticket. It’s one-nil to the money grabbing company who also charge you 50 CENTS if you buy a ticket from a counter at a station!? Man alive!! You could get an OV chipkaart (type of Oyster card for my fellow Londoners) where they will also rinse you of €7.50 just to buy the thing... oh and if you forget to check out after finishing your journey, you’ll be shot or something. Wow, that was a rant and a half. I’ll give you that for free. In Holland, they’d probably charge you. (This experience is thanks to our very own Laura 'The first Brit to visit me' Barnes! Never travelling with that one again! What an absolute MARE!!!)
2. Next: Water. Yes that stuff which this country is finely balanced upon or under or whatever is in abundance here. It hasn’t stopped raining for about 2 weeks now and I’m getting worried as I live next to a river... anyhow, that wasn’t the point. Why do I have to PAY for water? Restaurants, cafés etc they’re all the same: that’ll be €2 please. SORRY! What?! Unbelievable.
3. Last one for this blog: Shops... Never open when you need something; never have what you need if they are indeed open and the prices are always wrong. And what sort of opening hours are 4pm – 8pm on a Sunday? Give me my 24 hour Tesco. Enough said.

Now for something more light-hearted. There is no oven in my kitchen?! I live a good 25 minute bike ride away from the university which is just so annoying. Now I really appreciate Sheffield Uni accommodation being so close. The quality of the accommodation here is also, erm, what’s the word.... erm, oh yeah: SHIT. It’s like living in a ghetto for international students. I like the way Nijmegen decides to just shove most of the foreigners across a bridge and a light year away from anything. I’m thinking apartheid here. My next conundrum is that I have no idea what I’m doing in terms of courses, which start tomorrow, and I’ve pretty much been told one of the courses I’m doing in Dutch, which is for actual Dutch students, is going to be almost impossible to pass. Great.

On the up side, there is an unlimited supply of Dutch and German TV, I can pass by the station everyday and pick up my free Metro Newspaper to keep my mind busy and there are many friendly Germans and Dutch people to talk a multitude of languages with. I really enjoy the music here. It’s like living 15 years ago, just classic after classic!! Oh and there is MORE: I’m going to play squash (YAY) and hopefully with Dutch people, I have a very helpful Dutch mentor who I can pester whenever and the beer is cheap.

It’s raining again... I’m going outside to assign everyone an ark

Zie je straks mensen :)

Don’t miss me too much and always ‘doe je best’

James

xXx

This chapter may well be over, but just like a good book, another one is about to begin....

The summer course is over. Three weeks just doesn’t seem enough. The people, the stories, the laughter, the LOL, the food and the memories; these moments will stay with me forever and will most definitely make me smile whenever I think back on them. There are many, many moments which were side-splittingly hilarious. The rather embarrassing but all the same rather amusing trouser splitting incident and subsequent falling-off-bike accident from a certain somebody was an absolute classic! The plethora of photos is on facebook from various people and if you haven’t already had a looky look, then look!!

But it’s over and I’ve learned so much and got SOOOO much paper and other stuff that it’s beyond belief! I’m now the proud owner of my first Jip en Janneke Book along with multiple over books which the beloved Nederlandse Taalunie planted in my hands :) Bedankt! The Goodbyes are always tough. I never can say goodbye. Saying 'tot ziens' to so many people was a little overwhelming. It's like losing the family goldfish. But this time, it's the whole treasured family aquarium which lies upon the shelly bottom of the tank. To sum it all up: You don't know what you've got till it's gone... Here is my ode to the zomercursus! It is a video so CLICK on the link :) Veel plezier

After the course, things just wouldn’t be the same again. After all, I’d have to start PAYING for things again!? No free ice cream tokens, free museum entry or travel.... Well and truly thrown back into the real world with
a THUMP.

And what a THUMP it was. Say hello to the distinctly coloured Steyn Hotel Zeist... The welcome was a bit dodgy, however, ‘as welcome you already find some coffee and tea in your room.’ Great... There also followed the promise of unlimited mussels for just 9 euros on Wednesday, which actually turned out to be 12 Euros. Great...

The hotel information book also does more harm than good where I’m made to believe that Steyn hotel is putting my well-being in ‘fronth’ and if I have any ‘defaults’ and ‘complains’ I should report them directly to the reception who will immediately try to find a ‘solusion’. Sounds like you need a translator... HALLO! ;)

Zeist is not a bad place. Just nothing here. So to resolve this I went all over the place to meet people from the course. Amsterdam, Amersfoort, Zwolle, Hilversum and others were on my hit-list. One problem here though: Trains are rather expensive! Gone are the days where I can purchase a £5 Travelcard for London and go anywhere in an area practically the same size as the Netherlands. Yes, looong gone. Ah well. Thank the lord for Lord Erasmus and his desire to dish out some dollar to little old me. Just hurry up yeh!

But one observation is that this entire country is obsessed with churches and bells!!!!!! From my room I know whether it is precisely 'on the hour', '15 mins over', 'half past' and finally 'quarter to'. And i'm not kidding, at 9am it starts. I'm awoken by a rendition of 'Bring back my bonnie to me' - The Church Bell Remix!

So tomorrow I’m off to Nijmegen in yet another hotel, getting ever closer to the crème de la crème of events: the start of the university season!! Then it really begins.

I’ll leave you with this thought. I made it up myself so it may not make much sense but we’ll see:

Every Story has a Beginning and End. I think I’m somewhere in chapter 2.

Till next time.

Stay warm and cuddle your neighbour.

James

xXx

My New Hobby: Passive Smoking....

The course is rolling along smoothly and there are a few things which I believe I have perfected.

The first is the vital ability to just nod and look like you understood what was said by somebody, even though you didn’t actually understand anything after the word ‘Ik’. Accompanied with the agreeable sounding sounds of ‘aahhhhuuhhh’, ‘jaaaa’ and ‘hmmmm’, this is often a good way to stay in the conversation. This can also be followed by the all important ‘Get Out of Jail Free Phrase’ if you think the conversation has reached a critical point where you think you should interject: ‘ja, maar, nee, maar wat kan je doen/zeggen...’ (Yes, but, no, but what can you do/say...). This can sometimes also be accompanied with a shrug or the exaggerated continental exasperation with compulsory hand movements up into the air as if to suggest the whole world is about to end. Just do something. Looking confused is never good, so learn these international rules of communication and you shall survive. You could of course ask if they wouldn’t mind repeating what they said, but that’s far too easy.

The second skill which I have picked up in the last week is the ability to passive smoke. I am now an expert at this. However I still don’t understand why people smoke especially when there is HUGE sign on every packet that says ROKEN IS DODELIJK! (Smoking can kill) now, sense tells me that it’s probably best to stay away from something that is DODELIJK. But then again, everybody speaks English so why do I bother with all this language malarkey? Nothing to do with the proportion of men to women students here, which by the way is about 1:3. Nope, nothing to do with that whatsoever. Anyhow... Having never smoked and never really hung around with smokers whilst carrying out their hobby, my lungs are probably suffering a bit right now so I’m in my room taking a breather as it were ;) I like to think of smoking as a really rubbish sport. On the continent everybody is at it and when one finishes their cigarette, another comes along. It’s like a baton race, only not as healthy. What I do know is that I would be on my own for 3 weeks if I didn’t go and sit with the smokers! And most importantly ‘Niet-rokers sterven ook’ (Non smokers die too). Sobering thought.

Thirdly I’ve come up with a theory as to why the Netherlands doesn’t lie very much above sea level. Bread is served here with everything. Bread for breakfast, WITH NO BLOOMIN TOASTER?! Man alive! Sandwich for lunch followed by a bready compliment and finally a bread roll for starters at dinner time. Therefore, there must be lots of hugely fat people in the Netherlands who cannot come outside their houses. This is leading to the gradual sinking of the country and indeed the gradual world sea level rise. If you can prove I’m wrong, then so be it.

Now lastly I’ve learned that I’m not a morning person. Waking up at 7.45 every morning is proving to be a bit of a challenge and when it comes to breakfasting with everybody downstairs at 8 (yes, I get ready in 15mins ladies, you should try it. It’s great), words of any sort just do not form easily! A quick mutter of ‘goe morg’ and then afterwards the dramatic face which symbolises tiredness. If we could all agree to begin speaking at say 9, when I’ll be more than happy to talk to you, then that would be belissimo! Or perhaps I should go to bed earlier. Yes. Here I go :D

Until the next time, stay safe and speak Nederlands.

Alstublieft.

xXxXxXx

P.S. I’ll leave you with this inspirational thought: English cows go MOO! Dutch cows however appear to be confusing themselves with ghosts as they prefer to say BOOO!? This is actually true!

Many more snippets of wisdom to come so stay tuned!

Just what more can I say?! Leuk!

There aren’t many things in life which make me just sit back and think WOW! But I’ve found one that ticks EVERY box and then some...

Now you can criticise BA all you want but I had a lovely free lunch and a whole row of seats to myself. BEAUTIFUL!! Getting over that excitement, I realised that I had arrived in the Netherlands, on time and full of the jitters and the ‘OH MY GOD, THIS IS IT’ factor. Now, if you’ve never travelled to Amsterdam’s Schiphol, you won’t know the sheer size of it all. It has FIVE runways and is the 3^rd busiest airport in the world. The only downside to this is that if you land on the furthest runway from the terminal, you have a lovely 15 minute taxi ride in the plane until you get off. Now I don’t want to be picky, but I could be halfway back to the UK in that time. Although it truly is an amazing journey over hectic Dutch motorways and, well, it just takes forever! I just wanted to get off!

Once successfully manoeuvring through to the baggage reclaim, the dream had begun. Everything was going swell. After all, everything is in English first, and then Dutch. Lovely. NO! What are they doing?! Train to Utrecht Centraal Station was easy-peasy. After a brief nervously muttered words to a rather large security bloke asking how I can get to my pick up point, I was off to the 55^th summer course in Woudschoten. LEUK :)

This is where the amazement really does kick in. This isn’t a youth hostel. It is about as far away from that as you can possibly get. We’re talking 4 stars (albeit they are hammers on the sign). Tea, coffee, juice and everyone’s favourite guilty pleasure – BISCUITS – all just openly available. I’ve reached my dream life.

Brilliant. Then we get to the lunch. YUM. The snacks in between and then the dinner.

FOOD WATCH

I have no idea what I was eating but it was delivered to me by a smiley smiley waiter so I just ate away. The dessert was just out of this world too!

Oh we had a test too. Results tomorrow to see which group I shall be in!

Apart from that I’ve played Romania’s youth table tennis champion (I lost), I’ve met Germans, Americans, a Belgian, Indonesian, South Africans and a Pole! I’ve spoken German, Dutch and a mixture of the two and by and large avoided English.

Het gaat goed.

Tot straks

xXx

IT'S SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!

'Allo 'Allo :)

Well this is it. The beginning of the end of the best year of my life. Maybe.

The bags are packed, albeit a little tightly, but they're packed and that's the main point!! Hair is cut, avoiding any unnecessary confusing trips to the Friseurmeister (Brilliant name that), Euros are in and I've got a lovely new Camera to take eine Menge photos and possibly a few videos!

Serious bit coming up now......

Life has taught me many things, but it would be a bit tedious to go through everything so I want to focus particularly on a recent trip to a foreign land, which according to the photos, does look like I just went to the zoo. And no, I didn't. Although the Giraffes were FAB! :D

Anyhow.... It taught me that if you don't open your mouth and say something, then you get nothing. If you don't conjure up some words that more or less convey what you want, you get nothing and if you don't try, you don't get. Life is full of disappointment. Simple as. But I'm starting a revolution.

You need to get want you want to enjoy what you are doing to the MAX. So don't settle for second best. If you want to know the best place to get a smoothie, just ask. ''What's the worst that can happen?'' Well, you may get some Dr. Pepper, but it can't get much worse than that.

Now wouldn't it be great if we all had someone to come along with us and hold our hand which we could then squeeze so they could take over when it all gets a bit hairy! But where is the fun in that?! After all, if I did that, there'd be nothing interesting to write here...!

End of serious bit.... Phew...

Time is tight now, early morning flight tomorrow (7.05am to be precise with good old BA as long as they don't strike...). The fairytale year is coming closer. Starting with what i'm going to call my warm-up session at a Summer Course in Zeist, near Utrecht, for 3 weeks.

After that it's off to Nijmegen Uni to meet lots of Spanish and Italian people who will want to speak English. SOD OFF - unless you want to speak to me in Dutch or offer me FREE language lessons in your mother tongue :D

I may be an international Student, but I have standards. I'm here for my Dutchies and to console them after their dramatic, if not brutal, World cup loss. Although good luck with that as they're not too keen on our English ref Webb.. Who knew you could use a flying karate kick in football these days..? Ah well, let's hope they dislike the Spanish more...

Ohhhh yesh, check out the video: COMING SOON - My Year Abroad!

I Have a YouTube Channel here too: www.youtube.com/skinnerloo

I'll add videos and stuff here so bookmark me or subscribe or do nothing and miss it. The choice is yours...

I'm off now guys and girls. Don't miss me tooooo much. It's been great. See you later :D Well, the ones I like anyways ;)

Loves

xXx

It's one small step for Mankind, one HUGE leap for little old me...

WOW!!! Look!!! It's the first blog!

May I just say congratulations for finding me :) Now all you have to do is to FOLLOW ME.. Now i appreciate that that sounds a little weird, but, I'm innocent. I swear ;) just click on the right and it's done :) Thanks.

This will be just one of the several homes for my YEAR ABROAD BLOG and I will sacrifice almost everything in order to keep all my fans up to date about what I am up to!! Lucky things.. You can also find me on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/skinnerloo (hit the subscribe button!) where I'll be posting some Videos and then I'll be on the cheap Facebook immitation they call uSpace... Fabulous.

My offerings to you will include VIDEOS, BLOGS and, oh hang on, that's pretty much it. BUT that is still all fine and dandy! Oh and I offer prizes for participation so watch out for your chance to win something BIG from wherever I am!!

It'll be exciting, joyful and if you are off on your year abroad next year, then I'm sure it will be insightful for you too. Yes. Positive. Though you may want to get a second opinion

I'll share my best stories, tips and eclectic collection of STUFF in general so keep on your toes and keep it here!

Welcome to my world: It is weird, yet wickedly wonderful... :D