I still don't beleive it, but it's the talk of the week; snow. Yesterday I was still riding my bike in the sun. My new Dutch acquaintance Jeroen guided me along the river Sava. And even we talked about it. And still I can't beleive. The weather forecast says tomorrow it will still be a… Continue reading Snow. Snow?
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A Dutch Friday Night Drink – De vrijdagavondborrel
,,Hé, ken jij Ton Beijer’’, riep hij boven de muziek uit. Het was vrijdagavond en we stonden met bier in de hand in een café tijdens de Friday Night Drink van de International Club. In Ljubljana, in Slovenië. Ton, ja die kende ik. Een voormalige plaatsgenoot van me, vroeger nog mee gewielrend. Hoe groot is… Continue reading A Dutch Friday Night Drink – De vrijdagavondborrel
In a ditch
The Slovenian roadside ditches. This sunny Sunday was all about ditches for me. And that was quite unexpected. Today I rode my first bicycle race in Slovenia. Although cycling didn’t have any priority for me this season, I was going for a podium spot. The distance for sure wouldn’t be a problem. This last race… Continue reading In a ditch
Mlekomat – The automated cow / De automatische koe
One fear I shouldn’t have here, is to ever run out of milk. In one kilometre from home there are three Mlekomats. Mlekomat is a wonder of technological progress. You throw some money in and it gives you a glass bottle. You throw some money in again and your bottle will be filled with milk.… Continue reading Mlekomat – The automated cow / De automatische koe
26 kilometres too far
When I came home and opened the door I immediately saw my girlfriend shaking her head. ,,I warned you’’, she said. ,,So you better don’t complain that you are tired.’’ In the meantime the pasta she prepared for me, was cooking. So that relentless she wasn’t. And she was right. Today I went out for… Continue reading 26 kilometres too far
Stembureau Trzaska Cesta
Weer post uit Nederland vandaag. Mijn stempapieren zijn binnen. Voor de verkiezingscampagne in Nederland goed en wel op gang is, kan ik mijn stem al uitbrengen. Een keuze uit 837 namen, 20 partijen. Het is aan de rechterkant van het biljet weer een bonte verzameling van, laat ik het maar houden op ‘minder kansrijke’, partijen.… Continue reading Stembureau Trzaska Cesta
Met de hulp van Kuifje
'Sem Mark. Sem z Nizozemske.''Ik ben Mark. Ik kom uit Nederland.'Dat zijn de eerste zinnen in het Sloveens die ik een week geleden leerde. Toen was het nog makkelijk. Mijn dagelijkse sessies in de geheimen van het Slovenščina hebben nu een andere fase bereikt, de grammatica. Deze ‘vreemde’ vreemde taal heeft vele grammaticale regels en vele uitzonderingen… Continue reading Met de hulp van Kuifje
Love at first ride
Pasja Ravan. The name sounds exotic to my Dutch ears. Every time I see it, I get a vision of an oriental belly dancer. But Pasja Ravan is not oriental nor is she belly dancer. Pasja Ravan is a 1000 meter high mountain near Ljubljana. And I climbed her yesterday by bike.Pasja Ravan is a… Continue reading Love at first ride
‘I hope the Dutch wont discover this’
On a trip a few weeks ago to the quiet unspoiled forests in the south of Slovenia I met a man in the village of Stari Trg ob Kolpi. It was a warm day in the holiday season, but here on the north bank of the river Kolpa things were quiet. The only people around… Continue reading ‘I hope the Dutch wont discover this’
The Slovenian Wildlife (2) Another encounter
I took no chances and approached it with precaution. Was the snake dead or was it alive? I did not know. Snakes are good actors. I saw the fearsome reptile lying at the side of the road when I passed it with my bike. I couldn’t miss this monster. I turned my bike to take a… Continue reading The Slovenian Wildlife (2) Another encounter
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