Finally. I managed to upload a video on WordPress.

Herewith my first attempt in making videos. I used 2 different apps and ALL of my patience. You still have to go via Flickr to view it. But at least it’s there. I hope.

The next one is already in post-production. Yes.

A baby elephant and 2 day old tights.

Today I carried a baby elephant* on my back through Amsterdam. To be fair, today was the first day Nelly and I really got to know each other. But she was (and still is) a heavy load** on my weak computer generated shoulders.

I also realised wearing 2 day old tights allows one to ponder a lot. First of all, your mind isn’t occupied by questions about what to wear, and they do get really comfy after 48hours (optimum pondering conditions).

So here are my thoughts:
1. Elton John’s best singles were released during the eighties;
2. Amsterdam really feels like home;
3. Although, I still don’t understand why they like tuna on pizza so much;
4. Albert Heijn is WAY better than Woolies;
5. The German police can add 30 minutes to ones traveling time;
6. Every single highway and offramp in the Netherlands and Germany looks exactly the same;
7. So I made a video clip of our 2 hour stopover in Amsterdam. (See ‘Finally. I managed to upload the video on WordPress’ post)

*It’s just a silly euphemism for my backpack.
**She’s really not that heavy, around 10kgs? I blame my desk job tendencies.

Big things, small things and a famous blue raincoat.

Big things
It’s my dearest friend’s wedding today. She’s walking down a sandy aisle in Mozambique, and we’re stuck at home due to a lack of passports. Time wasn’t on our side, and we had to choose between her big day and getting our passports back in time to catch our flight to Amsterdam. This is definitely worse than a bad case of traveller’s remorse with a hint of Delhi belly.

Small things
I made a collage of small things we’re taking with to make me feel better about missing out on the big things.


And a famous blue raincoat
Look at that! Monsoon season will be a breeze in my shiny new raincoat.


In which our heroine learns how to say goodbye.

“Dear pothole, this is the last time that I’ll drive through you. Dear Flyer Guy with the Orange Overall, you think you’re going to offer me a flyer tomorrow morning, but you won’t. So I’ll take one today. Dear traffic light at William Nicol and Leslie – eat Sheila’s dust you lousy piece of electronic engineering.”

Saying goodbye to everyday routine is quite melodramatic. Even though you won’t be there, Flyer Guy with the Orange Overall will be there the next day.  So it’s not like things are going to stop to exist when you’re not there to acknowledge its presence. Nope. Things will go on as planned by things greater than said things.

And this thought is what will prevent me from giving my best ugly-face-cry when I have to say goodbye to good friends, new friends, let’s-have-lunch friends, my family and that guy at the office who you don’t really know, but will never see again. Oh the drama!

The past couple of months were insane. My brain was a fragile menagerie filled with beasts of a different kind – visa applications, sorting out my life before packing it all into boxes, meeting deadlines, hosting our farewell party, cleaning up after the farewell party, regretting the amount of wine consumed at our farewell party. And making sense of what we’re about to do.

But I digress. Saying goodbye is really hard. And it doesn’t matter how many stupid jokes you try and squeeze in to procrastinate saying goodbye, you still have to say it sooner or later.

Oh my.