The Nether regions

We managed to tear ourselves away from Amsterdam for a few days here and there to see some more of that flat, windy and windmilly country.

In Den Haague we played excessive amounts of Pacman Jr and saw some head-spinningly great art.

In Noordwijk we visited a beautiful beach, ate many deep fried delicacies and watched Germany trounce the Netherlands in the football. When the Nazi’s were hastily clearing out of the Netherlands near the end of WWII they stole many a Dutch bicycle to use as transportation, and so it is now customary for the Dutch to taunt the Germans during football matches by chanting ‘Give us back our bicycles!’

And in pretty and studenty Groningen we saw the Brian Jonestown Massacre massacring the art of music (sorry Kate, but they were in pretty bad form).


Alongside our current partners in travelling, we set out to terrorise miniature Holland...

And visit one of my old favourites, M.C. Escher


Our stay in Njoordwick was short but sweet, maybe a little windy...

Next stop was Groningen to see Kate's favourite band, the Brian Jonestown Massacre

But it was also a very cute town...
With the usual assortment of churches and 'coffee-shops' we had come to expect.

Sex, drugs and cheese

Before visiting I did not know the difference between Holland and the Netherlands. You probably all know this already, but in case some of you don’t, here it is:

The Netherlands is a country comprised of twelve provinces. One of these is called North Holland, another is called South Holland and the other ten are pretty much “spare Belgium’s” to quote our cycle tour guide. Amsterdam, the alpha city renown worldwide for its liberal attitudes is in North Holland and Den Haag is in South Holland. So the name ‘Holland’ dominates terminology relating to this area of the world because the Holland’s are by far the most newsworthy and the most popular tourist destinations.

That’s interesting huh?

Unsurprisingly Dutch people from the spare Belgium’s are not entirely pleased with this state of affairs. So if you would like to make friends with your local Dutch person it would be wise to refer to their homeland as ‘The Netherlands’.

We spent a couple of weeks in The Netherlands, predominantly in the Holland’s, and predominantly in Amsterdam (I know, way to stay on the beaten path). It is a truly fantastic city – not only for its sex, drugs and cheese but also for its architecture, history and culture. And Kate and Michael were there, which was brulyant! (that’s brilliant in Scottish).


Like many other European cities we've visited, we started out with a city tour to get our bearings... this time on bikes! And we thought it was hard walking in Amsterdam...




After we gave up on the bikes and the beautiful canals, we hit the coffee shops to kick back.

They sold this funny green herb which when smoked made the mostly average coffee taste as good as New Zeland coffee. Amazing.


One day Soph & Kate had a hankering for cheese, clogs,windmills and quaint villages...


Forever suspicious of tour groups, me and Mike grabbed some bikes and took the ferry to the non-touristy north shore where we found some projects, drank a beer in a park, and found another IAMSTERDAM sign.


And no trip to Amsterdam would be complete without a visit to the red light district... 

12 highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion

At last we were off to Scotland! Ben Nevis! The Highlands! Loch Ness! The Isle of Skye! Scotland is stunning. Picture a cartoon character falling in love, you know - jumping in the air, eyes popping out of sockets, heart leaping from their chest, tongue dangling from the mouth. Driving around Scotland is like that. It is an incredibly slow process because you have to stop every ten minutes for photos. If I could start my time in Scotland again I would find work in a hostel in some small corner of the Highlands and not even care about the money or the disgusting things that people left in their dorm rooms because I would be too busy revelling in the beauty of my surrounds.

Although the midgies might drive me out after a month or two.

Check it out!




When in Scotland, climb a highland.  So we did.






The first artwork I ever sold was to my friend Paul who bought it for $100 and a bottle of Glenmorangie.  Since then I've been a huge fan and couldn't resist a visit.


The distillers are the largest in Scotland, mainly because they are gin distillers.  The original owner preferred the taste... and so do I!

We stopped off in Inverness and had a great time at a pub/Thai restaurant with a traditional band playing and some interpretive Scottish jigs.  Unfortunately we only took a video so this photo of a piper will have to do.

We had planned a cruisy ride back to Edinburgh, but a head on collision between two trucks closed the main highway, forcing us on a frantic but scenic route through the eastern national parks.  

Engerland!

I’ve always felt negatively towards England. I think it’s because I feel a bit embarrassed to be of English descent due to how the English treated the Maori during the colonial era (and beyond). England’s reputation for awful cuisine, lousy weather, Coronation Street accents and an unfriendly, aesthetically challenged population is also less than enticing.

Unfortunately for me England spans the distance between Wales and Scotland and is home to several of our friends and loved ones. Irrational prejudices be damned! We were going!

We enjoyed four days of perfect weather, pub lunches, driving through fields of gold and supping on locally brewed beers (not at the same time). Our friends all seem pretty happy there. Also, nobody tried to annex our rental car. Perhaps I owe England an apology...


And since it was on the way...

We passed through many a quaint town, before meeting up with Paul (a friend of Sophie's from her time in Canada) who showed us some pretty peaceful and tasty living in the country.

As a child I was fascinated with the Egyptian culture, and strangely enough one of best places to see ancient relics is... you guessed it, the British Museum in London.


Museum'd out.


I liked this one... chalk out a whole lot of flags and then relax while national pride pays for dinner.

Pies! and Kiwis!

After London we had a brief stop in charming little Cambridge. Looked like a pretty cool place to study.



And stopping only for a few photo ops... (I think the car shot was Soph's finest photo to date! she is becoming quite the photographer)

We bade farewell to England and headed north without coffee, towards beautiful mountains and annoying insects.