Monthly Archives: October 2013
Drooling in Kaunas
Kaunas, July 2006 – “Man look at those legs ! And each and every one of them you know. Jesus Christ. There must be something in the water here…” Thus sighs an unnamed pilot on a cafe terrace in Kaunas, Lithuania, the hot summer sun an accomplice to the suffering that takes place under its rays. … Continue reading
Epic Journey On The Stortemelk
Epe, May 2008 – And there he is again. Back in his little plastic house on a holiday park somewhere in Epe. The wannabe sailor. Captain of a little boat that at present has more (rain)water above the keel than under it, unless you count the groundwater. I have my iPod connected to the stereo and maestro Ivo Pogorelich, well … Continue reading
Environmental Activist Avant La Lettre
Bucharest, May 2003 – A beautiful sunny Sunday morning in Bucharest, Romania. Casper calls to tell me that today we will not fly. We agree this is a nice opportunity go out and explore the city. We are to meet in the city center near his apartment. Taking my time I organize some things in my very shabby … Continue reading
The Cadillac
Guatemala City, March 2008 – Parked in front of our hotel in Guatemala city were usually three or four taxies awaiting their clients. All of them white, all of them boring and all of them Japanese. Except one. The Cadillac, find related posts at this imp source. As a rule we never used taxies since we … Continue reading
Taxi Driver On A Mission
Helsinki, June 2008 – Sometimes you really don’t have a clue what to write about. And sometimes it just gets thrown in your lap. Like today. I had originally planned to write something about the duck pond at my new home, with all the strange inhabitants in and around it. As always, with my tongue planted … Continue reading
May God Help Us All
Athens, October 2013 – When I pick up the house phone the recording of a Greek lady monotonously tells me that the taxi has arrived. With our little family we have just enjoyed the traditional Saturday morning breakfast. It’s not very often that I’m free on Saturdays, so it’s always an event when it happens. From … Continue reading
The Smell Of Sleeping Girl
Riga, June 2008 – A beautiful morning in Riga. A morning in which everything seems to fall into place. Instead of being brutally awakened by the high pitched noise of my mobile phone I wake up just 5 minutes before the set time, fully rested and at ease. Outside there is not a cloud in the … Continue reading
The Airplane Mechanic
It’s all about this ‘aircraft mechanic’ that could best be described as a walking disaster in his trade. Let’s call him Jim. Jim was not too clever. On top of that his hands would never quite do what his limited mind wanted them to. But he talked the talk and so managed to always get … Continue reading
