Sunday,
June 18, 2006 Utrecht, The Netherlands – Rienk’s home
Last year’s
travel-blog ~ http://neuage.org/05.htm
(Thursday
15th June, sometime in the afternoon) I think we would say that our
trip began with our flight out of Albany; though this is really a continuation
of our around-the-world trip begun in Adelaide last September. This is a
journey within a journey within a journey; with the overall journey being our
life and each subset broken down to ‘this-moment’s-trip’. Nano-moments
producing macro-memories.
After
nearly killing ourselves with moving our large home’s belongings into a
ten-by-ten, foot ‘it-will-never-fit’ storage space – using every centimeter of
the place with a few centimeters merged – we managed to pull the roller door
down and watched our belongings disappear (with a slight crunching sound of
merged belongings) and then we headed on down the road.
Whether we
will be able to open the doors when we return in a few months and collect
everything to move to Brooklyn is an easy to forget momentary lapse – at least
for a few months.
We had to
be up Friday at 5 am so that we could leave our mid-town hotel and be in
Brooklyn to meet with the board of our new apartment at 7. Leaving at 6 we
managed front up at the right door at the right time to say the right things to
get the right apartment for us. We now will go from our large Victorian home in
Round Lake to a small one-bedroom apartment. So that was that min-journey.
I had an
appointment at 9.30 for a job interview on 3rd Avenue between 87 and
88th street. That first interview led me to a second meeting in
Queens; I had 40 minutes to make a 45-minute trip and somehow I did not get
lost whilst changing trains and was at the door of my next interviewer at
11.30. From there I was sent to the Village for the third interview portion for
the job and by the time Narda and I were on the way to JFK we were exhausted.
The line at
the Lufthansa gate was very long with soccer fans headed for Germany. They
looked like soccer fans. Of course it could have just been my interpretation of
a large number of people on our Frankfurt flight during World Cup soccer week
all looking young and sporty. Perhaps I was just feeling particularly old and
un-sportsmen-like waiting in line.
We left on
time at 9ish and after impatiently gobbling down something they called supper
folded my legs to fit into the cramped section we were given. I, as always got
the Asian vegetarian ‘meal’ though I wondered if the Lufthansa caterers had any
idea that Asians – especially vegetarians – require more than a chopstick pinch
of food. It was not long before I was eyeing Narda’s meaty serve and my
coveting eye was rewarded with her salad and half of her desert.
I think I
fell to sleep not long after the final swallow. I had my earplugs in and my
eye-patch blocking out the evening ambience of airline lighting. Somewhere over
the Atlantic in the deep of sleep I was shaken awake by Narda, who told me she
was dying. This was a most alarming way to be woken and was very disturbing
news at the beginning of our trip! Once I was able to get fully awake and we
found a large plastic bag for Narda to deposit the portion of supper I had not
eaten we began to make headway. She was feeling really terrible and she did
believe she was dying. She said everything was going dark and her head was
spinning and she had lots of pain. I thought maybe she had food poisoning but I
think we hit some very bad weather turbulence. We managed to get Narda to the
toilet and she gradually began to feel alive again. We both managed to get a
bit of sleep and by the time we landed in Frankfurt we were very tired and
feeling better; or at least Narda was feeling better. I felt worse because I
never got to feeling as bad as Narda did whilst over the Atlantic and I could
only progress from feeling as tired as I was at the beginning of the trip.
We somehow
maneuvered our tired bodies through the airport and customs and on to the next
flight, which by now was in the middle of the day, European time, and about
three in the morning in our body clock time. We got to Amsterdam, worse for
wear for sure, and on to a bus to Utrecht and into a taxi to Rienk’s house.
Somehow we had enough strength to go bike riding into the center of old
Utrecht. This was our fourth year in a row here and I was feeling a bit like I
knew my way around. This is the second time we were here when Holland was doing
well in football or soccer. Two years ago they were winning something and this
year they progressed past the first round of the World Cup and the day we go to
Hamburg this week, Wednesday, they will be playing the powerful Argentinian
team (I only know this because there is little else in the news). As before,
there were orange flags everywhere with ‘hup Holland’. Narda had on her orange
jumper so we are quite the local folks. We got back to Rienk’s after 11 and
slept well.
Now,
Sunday, Father’s Day here, we are headed back to the center of town to find an
Internet café then we will peddle off to one of Narda’s many family member’s
home.
This has
been the craziest time so far. This morning at Oom Rienk’s place I slept in
until 11.00 which was wonderful. Terrell is making up for some lost sleep in
one of his power naps, which means I get to use the computer! So in the last weeks we have left our jobs,
moved out of our workplace, rented out our own house, and finished the final
bits of renovation, packed up all our belongings, sorted them, packed, sold and
stored them, applied for new positions with interviews, rented a new apartment
in NY and planned our summer trips. Blimey. We are now both stark raving
mad….or at least more so!
But we
are here. Yesterday our start to Holland was my favorite thing, pedaling into
Old Utrecht. It was a warm evening, and so relaxing. I’m starting to unwind…trading
a sore back for saddle soreness! Now I get to read my book.
We will be OK. One job between us is enough,
but I’m sure we’ll find another one before the summer is over.