Saturday, July 28, 2007

Tornado II


This poor blog is being neglected because we don't find our Dutch life very interesting, but now something happened. Thursday evening, just when Maud finished cooking a really nice dinner (as opposed to throwing something together that is filling, healthy and most of all not time-consuming), Marijke (Maud's mum) phoned. They (Dick & Marijke) had been hit by a tornado. A tornado, in Vierhouten, the Netherlands?!
Of course we had to go there immediately, but travelling by train to a village nearby and bike through the woods to Vierhouten, like we normally do, didn't seem a sensible option, so Bram's uncle Haroen gave us his car to try reach the disaster area.
Driving there we almost cannot believe anything has happened, seeing blue skies with a few white clouds. Turning of the highway we subsequently encounter a drizzle, rain, heavy rain. A police roadblock closes the turn-of to the village, but Maud manages to talk her way through. After a couple of k's we run into a fire-brigade-roadblock. By than we know the road to the village is blocked by fallen trees, but Maud's mom lives outside in the woods, and we want to get as close as we can through the forest and than walk. Again Maud manages to get permission to pass and go on, into the forest, promising we'll drive slowly and leave the car well off the road so the rescue-people can get through.
In the end we manage to get quite close; we can drive on to the beginning of the plot. There we run into a couple of big fire-brigade-vehicles. In front of them the road is totally blocked by fallen trees. We get out of the car, and start to walk. After explaining we have to check on the elderly people living somewhere behind the mountain of fall-out, we get permission to climb over and crawl under the tree-trunks and try to reach them. Leaving the house a bit hasty, Bram jumped into his white Colombian tailor-made pants, and Maud is wearing a t-shirt and slippers. The flip-flops have to go after a couple of meters because they get stuck in mud and rubbish. The many firemen we encounter look surprised at this strange couple, but let us pass, so it must have been obvious we're on an urgent mission.
Than we hear someone shouting in the dark, it's Marijke's voice, telling us to walk towards the signals of her flashlight. She's right in the middle of the tree-roadblock. Left and right we see vague lights - fire-brigade-people trying to cut through from the two sides of the roadblock. The entrance to the yard is gone, disappeared under tree-trunks. We get over the fence, and climb and crawl to the house.
By miracle the house still stands, and Marijke & Dick are not hurt, neither are the dogs, but apart from that it's disaster all around. We spent the rest of the evening trying to see if any damaged but still standing trees threaten the house, looking for a safe place to sleep, and checking the progress of the firemen. They also check on us, and help us look for danger.
In the morning we finally can see how disastrous the tornado has been. The house is still standing, and some of the garden-projects survived - the stuff that can be rebuild in a day, a week, a couple of month's. But the century-old trees are wiped out. What used to be a beautiful wood is reduced to some spidery pines.
Armed with a chainsaw to cut our way through Bram and Maud set out to check the whole plot. We meet policemen with dogs looking for victims. After a couple of hours we cleared a path. Meanwhile we get visits from more policemen, asking if we have missing people to report, from fire-brigade-men, checking out dangerous situations, and even the major and the head of police climb en crawl to the house. That last visit proves to be very worthwhile. Normally the Dutch fire brigade only clears public spaces like roads. But seeing the disaster, and the trees threatening to topple over, the major allows the brigade to clear the plot of anything risky. Two groups of firemen, most of them well-trained volunteers from two nearby villages, and some municipality-workers arrive. They sweat for hours to clear the plot from danger. They're really, truly amazing, and incredibly nice; we're very grateful guys! The car for instance was invisible before the arrived...

Tornado


Maud's mom's yard after the tornado. I'll write the story later this weekend, and add more pictures.
The red spot on the picture below right used to be Marijke's car.
Anyone who is looking for a bit of exercise this summer: please hop over and help with the clearing!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Monday, May 14, 2007

The Flood


Our first Dutch days we had nice, dry, hot weather. As is to be expected, by now Maud has a cold and we wear two sets of clothes: it rains as if The Flood has started, and Botswana’s winter for sure is warmer than this Dutch spring.

Cell numbers

We’re back on our Dutch cell numbers:
Bram +31 6 29377358
Maud +31 6 21684427

WWS Dutch 2


Being used to all these South-African mansions we’re lucky we can spend our first Dutch weeks in equal surroundings. Because our Leiden-house is still rented, we stay with Marijke, Maud’s mom, who has a very spacious garden, compared to most Dutch BBQ-patches. We sleep in the cottage on the right.

WWS Last African Night


The Night Before - our flight to Europe, we spend at Lieb’s place in Pretoria. You never need a reason to have a braai, but this evening we had one: Lieb’s birthday. Staying in the Royal guestroom after a party-night guaranteed a good night’s sleep, despite the stress about getting ourselves organized the next day for our big trip.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Cell-numbers

April 22 - May 1 we'll be in South Africa. Our RSA cell numbers are:
Bram (+27) 768358656
Maud (+27) 765604009
May 2 we'll be back in Europe for five months, and use our Ducth cell numbers.
We'll keep you posted!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Achterhoek


Andre’s Dutch school-friends before they tried the entire range of local beers Andre’s wife Tears bought them. So if they look a bit tired, it’s because they just arrived. Knowing Andre left the Achterhoek in 1977 to go to Tanzania, and than came to Botswana in 1979, it’s amazing they still stick together!

Napping


The first cold winter day, only 26 degrees Celsius in the heat of the day, we really need jogging-pants & jumpers. And, after attending a wedding starting 05:00 a.m., a nap to be refreshed for our next event: a braai at Andre’s to welcome his seven friends from the Achterhoek (a region in the far, far east of the Netherlands).
At the wedding Maud even had to borrow an extra plaid from one of the ladies, because she only brought a summer blanket.

Sweatshop


Colourful elephant t-shirts: design & screen-printing Hardy
Curtains: design & production Maud
Elephant cloth & cushions: design Maud & Bram, production Maud
Achterhoek t-shirts: design Bram, screen-printing Anthea

Sun Design – whatever you want, we get it produced.
Almost whatever: due to the time-consuming production-technique Maud’s elephant-thing probably is a ‘once only’ for Bram’s office-couch (sorry, the spot where brilliant ideas are developed).

After



“I survived a Dutch pancake-party.”

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Exercise


Having stomached two festive dinners in a row, Jeff & Bram decide they need some exercise. So Easter Monday they drive to the quarry with some of Jeff’s recently pimped up guns, a six-pack (it’s supposed to be the targets) and Mr Jones junior to sweat it all out.
As I’m writing this they return, so lets watch the video. – They really shot the beers instead of drinking them. Result-wise it’s like the mekgoa fishing-trips: these white people are useless; they come home without any food. No need to clean the big cooking pots when they go hunting, like our neighbour does. Her son at least returns with a load of game that keeps her cooking for days.

The Joneses


Easter Sunday LJ & Dineo cook up their specialty: LJ’s dumplings and a beautiful stew. We must get LJ drunk and wriggle out his secret dumpling-recipe – they’re too beautiful to keep it classified.
It’s a pity we leave just before their wedding party! Judging from the piles of firewood in their yard and the stress-build-up it will be a major event.
By the way, Jones junior will soon be on Botswana-television; he’s being interviewed about the planes he makes out of scrap in his dad’s carpentry. Among other things Seppo invented an ingenious way to make smoothly working propellors - very interesting to meet a young genius!

Pancakes


Once again we’re busy, busy, busy with a series of ‘so long’-parties. To give ours a Dutch touch we decided on pancakes. A pancake-restaurant could make good money here; the mountain we produced looked like we would eat pancakes all week, but the leftovers could barely feed the neighbour’s puppy.
We should have realised inviting Hamish means you have to hire a watertight party-tent. Halfway the party the rain started to poor down like the Flood, and the small boat Hamish carries around on his bakkie is a far cry from Noah’s ark. The good thing about Batswana is rain never spoils a party. Everyone is ever so happy it rains, saying ‘Ah, this is marvellous, let’s pray it rains all night’.

Rhino’s


Eina, we have to stay at the rhino sanctuary again. Two days of driving around with a game warden to take pictures for their slideshow – imagine the kind of jobs we have to do to survive! Still can’t say we long for Europe’s concrete jungle, to say the least.

Wild Dogs



The days are still warm, but the nights get colder and colder. Even a fierce, almost wild hunting-dog must humble itself and look for some warmth.

Rebecca


Without Rebecca Judith’s household would fall apart. She cleans, washes, irons, looks after the kids, and etcetera. Her spicy French toast has one fault: it’s so appetizing you’ll eat yourself to dead. That’s a flaw with her food in general by the way.
Like Maud Rebecca loves watching 7de Laan, Binnelanders, made in South Africa soaps in general, and she’s good company. She makes us look posh; Maud isn’t allowed to out without painting all her nails first, and Bram’s once white shirts are white again (this truly is a miracle).
Rebecca is a prime example that access to education must be South Africa’s number 1 priority. She’s intelligent, outspoken, witty, ambitious – but like so many others stuck in this underpaid domestic job without much chance to escape.