By the time the shutter closed for the second time, a broad-shouldered officer from the Dutch military police stood squarely in front of my camera. “Good morning sir, what are you photographing?” He didn’t surprise me. I was actually a bit surprised I managed to take two shots before he got out of his vehicle.
Continue reading “City Walking”
My breath forms thin clouds in the cold air. The familiar sting of cold wind on the parts of my face not covered in hair. I’m SO happy with my beard right now. There is this near constant haze of mist clinging to the city, and it’s about -1 degrees outside today, thankfully it’s a little warmer inside.
Continue reading “Misty Mornings”
It’s a scorching 32°C right now, even though it’s late in the afternoon and the sun is already setting in the distance. It’s not so bad if you’re out and about with a slight breeze and some occasional shade, but sitting on the balcony is, on certain days, quite the exercise. Still, I’m a bit disappointed I’ll have to miss out on the hottest months of summer. Continue reading “Assumed Bravery”
Understandably a lot has happened since the last blog. First was my (not really that much of a) surprise party, which I enjoyed greatly. There were some speeches and everybody chipped in for a new lens for my camera, which I haven’t gotten around to buying yet. There was also supposed to be an assortment of video messages recorded by people, but that didn’t get finished in time, so I’ll be given that a little later. Works for me too. Continue reading “Home Sweet Home”
I’m feeling really stressed this last weekend. Mainly because I noticed Zoey is actually booked on an afternoon flight on the same Monday on which I need to get her passport legalized. The thing that annoys me most about that, is the fact I should have noticed that weeks ago when they first send me her provisional itinerary. But obviously, I didn’t. Continue reading “A Friendly Surprise”
As mentioned before, I spend many days of my childhood in the warm embrace of the Swiss mountains. Half of my immediate family lives here, and according to my grandfather I always drive the winding mountain roads as if I’ve been living here for years. I always remind myself that he thinks most people here drive like crazy bastards, but I take it as a compliment none the less.
Continue reading “The Legacy Lives On”
It has taken me a little over a week this time to slow down to the pace of life people adhere to here. I’m in rural France, in the middle of nowhere really, staying with my parents, their dogs, Zoey’s mum, and a herd of Charolais cows in the pasture next to us.
Continue reading “Slowing Down”
Written yesterday evening, but thanks to the wonderful internet connection in the French rural areas, I couldn’t upload it until now. I started this entry, tearing into a specific country and its citizens amazing skills in unsafe driving. But as I was typing away my frustrations, I thought it wouldn’t make for a nice post. And there are enough un-pleasantries online without me adding to that stinking pile, aren’t there?
Continue reading “The Going-away Tour”
Just over seven weeks left before the big departure. I say big, but it’s going to be just another flight in the big scheme of things. The past week felt like an uneasy vacation, trying to adapt to a life in which you need to build and maintain your own structure. And here I was, thinking my first struggle with adapting to a new life wouldn’t begin until I arrived in Perth. Continue reading “Trying To Adapt (Already)”
At least, according to a customer at work. Yesterday was my last day on the job, and strangely enough it mostly felt like any other day. I just came in, and did my best. The only thing that was different was the amount of handshaking and the presents some of my customers brought me. It felt weird leaving work, but not much weirder than I felt this last month really.
Continue reading “End Of An Era”