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Missed Opportunities?

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

From time to time, travel plans get disrupted. Today’s post is about plans that just didn’t work out!

“The Bean” in winter, downtown Chicago (an unplanned stand-in for Memphis, Tennessee)

In a February 2023 post about “Travel Regrets”, I mentioned a couple of plans that were thwarted. These included never making it to Memphis, Tennessee in March 2014, and the July 2016 visa issue that delayed our crossing from Chile to Argentina at a remote outpost in the Andes. Today’s post covers a few more examples.

North shore of Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)

Weather has played a role in many of my missed opportunities. In August 2014, I had arranged to go on an extended wadlopen (a hike across the muddy sea floor during low tide) from the Dutch mainland to one of the Frisian islands. This day-long activity requires a guide…and also decent weather. Learning of the expected high winds and thunderstorms, the guide decided to pull the plug. While it was disappointing, I still managed to make it out the Frisian island of Schiermonnikoog by boat. And I went for a nice walk around the dunes.

Inside the “Los 36 Billares” billiards cafe (Buenos Aires, Argentina)

Poor weather also prevented me from setting foot in Uruguay. During our stay in Buenos Aires, we had hoped to take a boat across the Rio de la Plata to the historic city of Colonia del Sacramento. But nasty weather forced us to back down from that plan and spend another day in Buenos Aires instead. Among other things, we ended up having enjoyable refreshments in a billiards cafe!

Specialty shop in Westport, Ireland. I went in for the vinyl but came out with a book!

Dismal weather also torpedoed my planned ascent of Croagh Patrick, a (relatively) large mountain just outside the quaint western Ireland town of Westport. Rain, wind, and clouds conspired to make that extended trek unpleasant and possibly dangerous. Instead, I explored some local Westport institutions, such as a quaint bookstore and the local “chippy”. It wasn’t the plan, but I still have the book I bought!

The Grand Canyon, on the “Day After”

Another more dramatic weather incident happened in 2019, when I was supposed to descend the Grand Canyon in northern Arizona. Not only did we not go on that much-anticipated hike, we couldn’t even leave our hotel. And the hotel was without power for 24 hours as the state was battered by a fierce blizzard. Unlike the other “missed opportunities”, there was nothing to take the place of the canyon descent. We were cold, unable to travel, and could do little more than ensure we had enough to eat. While we managed a brief visit to the Grand Canyon the next morning, there wasn’t enough time to try even a short descent.

Overlooking the Tara River Canyon – northern Montenegro

While weather jettisoned all of the above plans, nature wasn’t always to blame. During my May 2014 stay in Kotor, Montenegro, I signed up for a guided tour to Albania. I thought it would an interesting trip, as Albania had been so isolated before the fall of the Iron Curtain. Alas, I was the only person who was interested and the excursion was cancelled. A small group was interested in heading up to Durmitor National Park in northern Montenegro, and it seemed to be a reasonable alternative, so I decided to take that trip instead. While the tour guide’s driving was terrifying, I did end up seeing some little-known but spectacular scenery.

Looking straight down at the Tara River (northern Montenegro)

Even if things don’t work out as planned, they (usually) still work out in a different way…the great Grand Canyon Blizzard of 2019 being a notable exception! Sometimes the unplanned alternative even surpasses the original intention. But no matter the outcome, these missed opportunities give me a great reason to go back to some of my favourite destinations.

Travel Flashback: 1974 trip to Europe

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I recently wrote about my 1983 trip to Hinton, Alberta, which was my first “independent” travel experience. Today, I’m going back even farther…to my 1974 trip to Europe with my parents. While I have some souvenirs from that trip, most of these pictures were taken on subsequent trips.

The front cover of our menu – April 1974 Swissair flight from Montreal to Zürich

Travel was different then. Even in economy class, there was an element of elegance and style. You had to wear your “Sunday best”. Check out the menu from our flight…you’d never see this much fuss about a meal in economy class now!

Pages two and three of the in-flight menu

My mother put together an album of our trip, so it is easy to recall exactly what happened. We flew from Montreal to Zürich on SwissAir flight SR161, a DC-10 that covered the distance in 7 hours and 10 minutes.

My grandfather’s chalet (straight ahead) in Weissenbach, Switzerland (August 2006)

For the Swiss part of our trip, we stayed mostly in my grandfather’s chalet. It is located in the quiet Simmental village of Weissenbach; my uncle still owns it today. I loved being in the mountains, even before I had ever tried downhill skiing.

Skiing above Zweisimmen (March 2018)

We also stayed in the nearby town of Zweisimmen, where I have been skiing on many occasions since then. From there, we drove up to the Bühlberg mountain restaurant above the village of Lenk…where I went skiing (see also the photo at the top of this post) with my cousin 44 years later!

My cousin and her family – at the summit of “Lavey” between Lenk and Adelboden, Switzerland (March 2018)

From Zweisimmen, it was on to Montreux on Lake Geneva. The climate was much milder here; it almost felt tropical compared to the mountains we had just left. From Montreux, we moved on to my uncle’s house in the Basel suburb of Riehen. Now owned by another cousin, I also stayed here in 2011 en route to a ski week in Wengen.

Benny, my uncle’s dachshund (May 1991)

We then left Switzerland and spent a couple of days in Frankfurt, (West) Germany. Once again, there was a family connection: we stayed with my mother’s cousin.

The beach at ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands (August 2014)

The last couple of weeks of the trip were spent in the Netherlands. We made our way by train from Frankfurt to Hoek Van Holland (via Mainz and Köln). We then stayed at my aunt’s house in ‘s-Gravenzande…I stayed there many times over the years, and it was also the “base camp” for my extended 1991 backpacking trip through Europe. Although it is no longer in the family, I did take a picture of it in 2014 during my even-more-extended travel odyssey.

“Our” house on the Monsterseweg in ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands (August 2014)

We visited Delft, Rotterdam, and The Hague, just like I did with my wife 40 years later in 2014. I really enjoyed a day trip to the Blijdorp Zoo in Rotterdam…one of the few “sights” that I haven’t returned to in the intervening 49 years.

Market Square in Delft, the Netherlands (August 2014)

A lasting impression was how great Dutch breakfasts could be. Of course, being not yet 6 years old, this assessment was based mostly on the ubiquitous availability of chocolate hagelslag (sprinkles) and chocolate vlokken (flakes). Actually, chocolate was a common theme on my childhood European trips. If I eat too much of it now, I can trace it back to those formative experiences!

Me and my friend, the skiing “Milka chocolate” cow (March 2020)

We flew back to Montreal from Amsterdam on KLM flight 0671. This time, the plane was a DC-8 and it wasn’t as comfortable as the outbound flight.

Maassluis, the Netherlands (two of my cousins live here) – August 2014

It would be another 5 years before we were able to return to Europe, despite all of our family connections there. My international travel, at least for a little while, would consist only of brief trips across the U.S. border to northern New York state. But European trips were major events, and my memories of the 1979 trip are much more vivid.

Choosing Hotels and B&Bs

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I’m sitting in my living room, listening to one of my recent vinyl acquisitions,  After staying in so many different hotels and B&Bs this year, I am definitely appreciating the comforts of home more.  However, I have learned quite a bit along the way about European accommodation; today’s post gathers a little bit of that acquired knowledge.

When travelling alone, I generally prefer B&Bs to hotels.  There is more of a personal touch in a B&B and that can be helpful when you don’t know anybody…especially if the local language is an unfamiliar one.  Most B&B owners will speak at least one other major European language in addition to their own.  Hostels are another good option when travelling solo, although one needs to do a bit more research on these.  Some hostels heavily favour a partying demographic, while others are much more inclusive.

Beach restaurant on Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)
Beach restaurant on Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)

Often, however, it is necessary to stay in a hotel when travelling alone.  One of the fun things about solo European travel is the occasional great hotel deal you can find.  While North American hotels charge a solo traveller almost as much as two people sharing a room, a number of European hotels charge solo travellers little more than one-half the two person rate.  Some business-oriented hotels drop their rates even more on weekends.  Admittedly, the rooms can be on the small side and the bed is generally only a single bed, but otherwise you get all of the amenities of the hotel…including breakfast!  As a result, my bargain single room at the 4-star Hotel City Central in Vienna came with a huge and luxurious all-you can-eat buffet breakfast (including some very posh warm food) that I could only begin to sample.  It was a perfect way to begin a very long day of travel back to Kingston.

The village of Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)
The village of Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)

As the year progresses, I am paying a lot more attention to formerly inconsequential details when choosing a place to stay.  I am always trying to stay within my budget, of course, and I do check to see if a place has attracted a lot of bad reviews.  However, there are some things that warrant an extra Euro or two.   Here are the three main things I’ve been looking for:

1.  Reliable WiFi.  The blog obviously requires it, but for me it is even more important to stay in touch with my wife when I am on the road.  Skype (or FaceTime, in our case) is a godsend for solo travel.

A quiet moment at low tide on Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)
A quiet moment at low tide on Schiermonnikoog (Friesland, the Netherlands)

2.  Easily accessible from major rail stations.  Taxis are a budget killer and hauling luggage gets very old towards the end of a trip.  Local public transit can also play tricks on you when you’ve just arrived in a new city.  If the train station isn’t right downtown, I’d rather stay near the station…commuting downtown is a lot easier without the backpack.

3.  Early check-in, especially on the day of arrival overseas.  Most flights from North America to Europe arrive between 5:00 and 8:00 a.m. local time.  I generally don’t get enough sleep on overnight flights and the last thing I want to do upon arrival is to carry my luggage around for 8-10 hours until it is time to check in.  Most places will at least let you drop off your luggage if you arrive early…but that is only a partial solution to the exhaustion I usually feel by late morning on the day of arrival.

Damp Dutch dogs drinking by the desolate dunes (Schiermonnikoog, Friesland, the Netherlands)
Damp Dutch dogs drinking by the desolate dunes (Schiermonnikoog, Friesland, the Netherlands)

All of today’s photos are from the Frisian island of Schiermonnikoog.  Stay tuned – on Saturday I will be arriving in a brand new country that has very little in common with the Netherlands!

You can take the boy out of Holland, but…

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

…you can’t take Holland out of the boy.  It’s a cliché that could apply to any place, but I found it to be true over the past couple of weeks.

I’ve had a pretty good success rate with my travel year so far.  I’ve enjoyed practically every place I’ve visited and the inevitable setbacks (cancelled flight to Memphis, missing baggage in Paris, etc.) have been overcome without too much difficulty.  However, I think the just-completed trip to the Netherlands will become one of those “legacy” trips that enjoys a special place in my heart.

Getting caught by the waves at the same beach where my father played as a child ('s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands)
Getting caught by the waves at the same beach where my father played as a child (‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands)

We saw some very interesting things on this trip, but I think the best part was reconnecting with my Dutch relatives.  Without exception, my cousins were all thrilled to see us and it made everything more vivid and meaningful.  It was cool to see my family name on a church from the early 1600s, but even cooler to be shown it by a cousin who still attends that very church.  It was great to see a professional soccer game in Holland, but even greater to be taken there (and to an exciting pre-game meal!) by a cousin who belongs to the home team’s fan club.  And it was wonderful to see the very distinct northern extremities of the Netherlands, but even more wonderful to be shown around  by a cousin who lives there and could explain the places that are connected to my family.

Keystone rplaced by (and naming) my ancestor Isaac van der Hout (Maassluis, the Netherlands)
Keystone placed by (and naming) my ancestor Isaack Adriaensz van der Hout (born in 1580) – at the “Grote Kerk” in Maassluis, the Netherlands

All of which is a long way of saying that great travel experiences are not just about the places you visit…but about the people who are there.  I’ve had similar experiences with my Swiss relatives (eating at a mountain restaurant whose owner/chef was my mother’s cousin, and skiing with my uncle in my “ancestral valley” in the Berner Oberland, to name just two) and the memories last much longer than places you’ve passed through without any real personal connection.

Synchronicity! Klein Zwitserland ("little Switzerland") at the dunes on Schiermonnikoog, the Netherlands
Synchronicity! Klein Zwitserland (“little Switzerland”) at the dunes on Schiermonnikoog, the Netherlands

What does this mean for future travel?   It may not affect the remainder of this year’s journey, but it will certainly have a future impact.  As I told each of my Dutch cousins, it won’t be another 23 years before I visit again.

The backstreets of Amsterdam
The not-so-busy back streets of Amsterdam

And now, as promised, here is some information about my next trip.  While I have only just returned to Canada, I will be flying out again on September 4 on a very special journey.  I have been trying to have more time at home between trips but I could not control the timing of this one.   As time is of the essence, I’m going to give all of the clues at once:

1.  The theme is sports…and as a participant, not as an observer.

2.  The sports element is not just incidental; I will be participating in this sport virtually every day that I am away.

3.  I will be visiting a total of 4 countries (2 of which I have never visited before), with an airport stopover in a relatively familiar 5th country.

4.  Notwithstanding the location of this trip, it will have a very Canadian flavour.

5.  Perhaps because of clue no. 4, the “hosts” may be thrilled if some days are unsuccessful.

More deer in Haren, the Netherlands
More deer in Haren, the Netherlands

My itinerary on this special trip will be very busy, so I’m not sure if I will be able to blog in “real time”.  I’ll be back for 4 weeks afterwards, though, so the back-up plan is to get the posts up then.  At a minimum, I hope to get some status updates up on Facebook.  I’m sure it’s going to be great!

Everybody wants to see more food!

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I’m now back in Kingston after a very enjoyable trip to France, Luxembourg, Germany and the Netherlands. I still intend to do a wrap-up post but first I am going to take the populist approach and write about food. I didn’t include too many food pictures in my day-to-day posts, as I realized fairly early on that I would have enough for a post devoted solely to food. I’ve noticed that food also tends to draw the most blog comments and personal e-mails.

Sometimes food can be a tasty history lesson.  Two examples on this trip were Tibetan food in Luxembourg and Indonesian food in the Netherlands. Tibet is not currently an independent nation. However, the idea of Tibet as an entity has been kept alive in several ways. Many Tibetans have fled home to establish new lives elsewhere and a significant number have established restaurants specializing in Tibetan cuisine. My wife and I have eaten Tibetan food in Montreal, Toronto and Northampton (Massachusetts), among other places.

Bhutanese cheese soup and Tibetan butter-and-salt yak tea (Luxembourg City, Luxembourg)
Bhutanese cheese soup and Tibetan yak-butter-and-salt tea (Luxembourg City, Luxembourg)

So, even if you couldn’t place Tibet on a map, you may still be familiar with the Dalai Lama…or Momo dumplings!  I really enjoyed my Tibetan meal in Luxembourg City and I’m glad that I can now also share a photo of my Bhutanese cheese soup.  Bhutan is an independent country but it is very small and I do not think that there is a very large Bhutanese expatriate community.  Bhutan occasionally makes the news because its leaders have taken a rather unique approach to tourism and economic development: the number of visitors is very strictly limited…and the nation has determined that “Gross National Happiness” is more important that “Gross National Product” (hence the restrictions on the number of tourists).

Rijsttafel at De Lachende Javaan (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Rijsttafel at De Lachende Javaan (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

I have fond memories of eating Indonesian food as a child during my family’s visits to the Netherlands.  It was so colourful and tasty; virtually every town had at least one place where you could get Indonesian food. I didn’t really understand all of the nuances at the time, but the main reason for this proliferation of Indonesian restaurants was that Indonesia was once part of the Dutch colonial empire.  In some ways, the Dutch adoption of Indonesian cuisine mirrors Britain’s adoption of (East) Indian cuisine.  Much as I associate Indonesian food with the Netherlands, I also associate Indian cuisine with Britain.

The Man-Wah restaurant in 's-Gravenzande, the Netherlands.  I remember eating Indonesian food here as a child.
The Man-Wah restaurant in ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands. I remember eating Indonesian food here as a child.

There are quirks, however.  I’m not sure exactly why, but most restaurants serving Indonesian food are also described as being “Chinese”.  The food served doesn’t really match up with this Canadian’s perception of Chinese food, but the naming convention remains in place.

Even though I could happily eat Indonesian food several times a week, it doesn’t seem to be that trendy in the Netherlands these days.  Like many other people, the Dutch have taken a liking to showarma, doners and kebabs…foods that became commonplace in western Europe partly because of the economic migration of guest workers in the late 20th century.  The fresh flavours of Thai food are also very popular with the Dutch (see photo at the top of this post – which is from a “Chinese” restaurant in Zuidlaren).  But what struck me most was the proliferation of Spanish restaurants (generally focusing on tapas) and Argentinean steakhouses.

Dimly-lit North African food in Groningen, the Netherlands
Dimly-lit North African food in Groningen, the Netherlands

The Netherlands has had a new king since 2013.  His wife is Argentinean and she is quite popular with the Dutch.  Indeed, most of my relatives believe she is the reason  that tapas bars and steakhouses can now be found in any decent-sized Dutch town.   Her popularity may not last forever but, in the meantime, eating tapas or Argentinean steak seems to be almost a patriotic act in the Netherlands.

And what of “traditional” Dutch food?  I regularly ate krokets (croquettes) as a snack, loaded up on various types of excellent Dutch cheese on sandwiches, and ate hagelslag (“hail”, a type of chocolate sprinkle) whenever possible for breakfast.  Only in the Netherlands can adults enjoy this food without guilt. It’s great to start your day with some buttered (as an adhesive layer) bread and a thick coating of dark chocolate hagelslag.

Next time on the blog – a Dutch recap and my next destination!

Last Day in the Netherlands – Into the Canal!

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

On August 24. we woke up to cool weather and blue skies – a perfect combination for getting out on the water. My wife had expressed interest in doing a canal tour in Amsterdam during this trip if the weather was right…but we then realized that canal tours departed only a 3 minute walk from our hotel in Haarlem. We had covered a lot of territory during our visit to the Netherlands so it made sense to cut down on the commuting for our last day.

We were able to get on a open-topped boat tour that departed only 5 minutes later. Dutch weather is notorious for changing quickly but we calculated that the tour would likely be over before the weather could turn rainy again.   Yes, we remained optimists even after the notorious “7 rains in one day” situation just a few days before.

The boating district, near our hotel in Haarlem
The boating district, near our hotel in Haarlem

In our bright orange “gondola”, it was almost like navigating the canals of Venice. Even though we had walked along Haarlem’s canals for the past 4 days, it was much more impressive to see the city from the water. Our guide had just the right combination of information and sarcasm to make the commentary both entertaining and enlightening.

The "Adriaan" windmill in Haarlem, as seen from the water on a sunny day
The “Adriaan” windmill in Haarlem, as seen from the water on a sunny day

We even had some close calls, as we went under some bridges with very little clearance. We easily touched the undersides of the bridges with our hands as we passed underneath them. The guide also liked to wander around the boat and talk to the passengers, before rushing back to steer the boat away from walls, bridges and other watercraft.  As a bonus, the weather remained pleasant throughout.

We made it under this bridge - but not without some anxiety! (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
We made it under this bridge – but not without some anxiety! (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and enjoying the relaxed pace of a Haarlem Sunday.  I found some properly-fitting soccer shin pads as well as another nifty surprise for my sister’s upcoming birthday.  My sister spent two years living in the Netherlands so it is a lot of fun to shop for her here.

As we neared the end of our five night stay, our hotel in Haarlem was beginning to feel like home.  The only thing that was missing was a proper fridge, so that we could buy more local food products and not rely as much on restaurants and take-out food.  Many times, I found myself wanting to buy a particularly interesting cheese…but having to decline because we didn’t really have the facilities for it.  I consoled myself with some snack-sized purchases, when possible.

The Haarlem Waag (Weighhouse), as seen from the canal.
The Haarlem Waag (Weighhouse), as seen from the canal.

For any future trips to Europe, we will give serious consideration to renting a kitchen-equipped apartment for a week or two.  Food is one of travel’s great pleasures but eating out for more than a few days at a time becomes rather expensive and, just as importantly, begins to lose some of its lustre.  I think it’s just as fun to pick up the day’s bread (or pastries!) at the local bakery and supplement it with foods that we wouldn’t ordinarily eat at home in Canada.

For our last dinner in the Netherlands, we went to a Thai restaurant just south of the main dining district.  I was proud of myself for ordering an appetizer that was not translated or explained; even after tasting it, neither of us could tell if the filling was fish, chicken or vegetarian.  In any case, it came with a fiery and flavourful dipping sauce, so in the end it didn’t really matter that much.  The main course was fine; I had low expectations for the dessert (described as “banana in warm milk”) but it was actually quite tasty with cinnamon and nutmeg accents.

It’s always a little sad once a trip is clearly at an end.  We really enjoyed ourselves in the Netherlands and we are bringing home a lot of little reminders of the trip.  Stay tuned for some final commentary and some hints about my next trip – on September 4, I’m heading out on another intercontinental adventure.

Edam: More Than Just Cheese?

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

The weather in the Netherlands had improved enough on August 23 for us to embark on a small road trip to a nearby town.  My favourite “mass market” Dutch cheese is Gouda (which naturally originates in the town of Gouda), but we decided to visit Edam instead as it is easily accessible from Haarlem.

There was a bit of a hiccup when we got to the Haarlem train station and discovered that the balances on our OV-Kaart (chip card for Dutch transportation) were quite a bit lower than we expected.  This new ticket-free electronic system requires you to check in and check out every time you ride a bus or train.   We apparently forgot to check out once, so we were charged the maximum national fare for what was a very short trip from Amsterdam to Haarlem.

Fishing on a cloudy day in Edam, the Netherlands
Fishing on a cloudy day in Edam, the Netherlands

One of my friends had warned me that this system was very tourist-unfriendly but until now everything had been OK.  Alas, rectifying the problem cannot be done by a train system employee (even though they are able to track exactly what happened).  Instead, you need to call a special phone number (for which you pay a per-minute rate) and, if accepted, you will receive a refund cheque in the mail.  In Euros, of course, and apparently only in the Netherlands.  This is obviously not very practical if you don’t live in the Netherlands and don’t use Euros at home.

Downtown Edam, the Netherlands
Downtown Edam, the Netherlands

The need to maintain such a large minimum balance on the chip card for any train trip is also tourist-unfriendly and discourages use of the train by tourists who are about to leave the country.   This was all very frustrating but we tried not to let it bother us too much.  Edam itself was quaint (only 7,500 residents) and not nearly as busy as Amsterdam, even though it was a summer weekend.  One important specialty store was open, however, and I was able to pick up a special surprise for my sister’s upcoming birthday.

Tree-lined road in Edam, just like the ones we saw in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe
Tree-lined road in Edam, just like the ones we saw in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe

We visited the square where the (now purely ceremonial) weekly cheese-weighing takes place, as well as the town’s huge church.  Here, we spent some time looking at the gravestones and learning a little bit of Edam history.

Cemeteries are often a great way to learn more about another country; we don’t necessarily go looking for them, but we also don’t avoid them if we happen to encounter one when we are exploring.   Not surprisingly, I didn’t see any relatives in the graveyard here.  The distance from here to the ‘s-Gravenzande area is minimal by today’s standards but it would have been massive in the 17th century.

Deep in the suburbs of Edam, the Netherlands
Deep in the suburbs of Edam, the Netherlands

As Edam appeared to be geared primarily towards day tourists, we decided to return to Haarlem for dinner.  There are a lot of dining options here and I expect to devote a post to Dutch dining in the near future.   There are also lots of dessert options:  most restaurant menus include appelgebak (a substantial apple pie) but it is also quite easy to find take-out gelato and waffle places.  This suited my wife and I perfectly, as these are two of our favourite desserts.

Waffle with chocolate sauce, cherries *and* whipped cream (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Waffle with chocolate sauce, cherries *and* whipped cream (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

Tomorrow (August 24) will be our last full day in the Netherlands before returning home.  Our plans will depend on the weather; we would like to do a canal cruise if the rain stays away.   There is also a museum with a special exhibition on vinyl records in the Netherlands – this is our back-up plan.  Either way, we’ll also spend some time shopping, as clothes here tend to fit us better than the clothes back home.

Amsterdam and a Rainy Day in Haarlem

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

On August 21, we finally made it beyond the airport and experienced the actual city of Amsterdam.

Our initial impression was mixed. It was undoubtedly a beautiful city, with the same 17th century prosperity that we saw in other old Dutch cities…just on a larger scale. However, Amsterdam is definitely on the beaten path and we only lasted about 2 blocks on the Damrak before veering off course to avoid the crushing throngs. The situation was made worse by the large number of tourists toting suitcases down narrow sidewalks and the extensive construction/renovation work being done in the same area.

A small part of Amsterdam's massive main train station
A small part of Amsterdam’s massive main train station

We saw many key sights: the Koninklijk Paleis (Royal Palace), the Begijnhof, the Bloemenmarkt (floating flower market), the Albert Cuypmarkt…and found that the tourist crush eased considerably once we crossed the Keizersgracht canal. Here, we found neighbourhoods where locals still worked, shopped and relaxed. We had a nice lunch, found some appealing specialty shops, and generally just experienced the vibe of an energetic but not frenetic cosmopolitan city. This is the part of Amsterdam that I would like to see again.

A peaceful sanctuary in Amsterdam:  the Begijnhof
A peaceful sanctuary in Amsterdam: the Begijnhof

There are many renowned Amsterdam sights that we did not see. It would have been nice to see the Rijksmuseum where legendary paintings such as Vermeer’s “Kitchen Maid” and Rembrandt’s “Night Watch” hang, but this had to be weighed against our tolerance for line-ups and crowds. I’m convinced that the major sights in Amsterdam are best seen in the off-season; it was so busy now that the line to see a franchise of Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum (something that is not even Dutch) went all the way down the block and around the corner.

One of Amsterdam's many canals - away from the downtown core
One of Amsterdam’s many canals – away from the downtown core

We knew that August 22 would be a rainy day, so we decided to remain in Haarlem and do some indoor tourism. Museums are great for rainy days and we managed to find one that was particularly special.

Teylers Museum was established in 1778 and is the oldest museum in the Netherlands.  It is housed in a custom-built building; it is fascinating to see what the museum founders thought was most important at the time.  The end result is multi-dimensional, as both the exhibits and the museum itself are on display.  I particularly enjoyed looking at the embryonic record players from the 19th century as well as the hoaxes that at one time were accepted as real by the museum.

Massive electrostatic generator from the 18th century (Teylers Museum - Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Massive electrostatic generator from the 18th century (Teylers Museum – Haarlem, the Netherlands)

As the goal of the museum was to capture “all knowledge”, there were also a couple of rooms devoted to art.  It was strange to see Dutch scenes that we ourselves had seen in the past two weeks, except that the paintings were made 200 years ago.  There was also another “synchronicity” moment:  the special exhibition featured 18th century prints from Rome.   My wife and I greatly enjoyed picking out all of the sights that we had seen during our Roman trip in March of this year.

We ended our indoor day by visiting a genuine working windmill.  The Adriaan mill (see photo at the top of this post) was an iconic symbol of Haarlem before it tragically burned down in 1932.   (Family note:  “Adriaan” was also the name of the first recorded van der Hout, in the early 1500s.)  It was eventually rebuilt and now is back in working order.  My wife and I had the same initial reaction:  it’s huge!   And then, once we saw how the complex parts inside worked:  this is an incredible piece of engineering!  We were permitted to climb quite high into the structure and walk around the balcony that surrounded it several floors above the ground.

Front view of the Adriaan windmill (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Front view of the Adriaan windmill (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

We quite enjoyed being tourists in Haarlem; it won’t be a tragedy if we spend another day here before returning to Canada!

Haarlem – The Amsterdam Alternative

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

Our original plans for this trip were to spend a number of days in Amsterdam.  Neither one of us had ever been here (other than at Schiphol Airport) and most Dutch travel guides devote a huge amount of space to the city. It didn’t take much research for us to discover that Amsterdam is both crowded and expensive in the summer, so we decided to stay in a nearby city and commute into Amsterdam instead.

Haarlem was our choice. It is only 15 minutes away by train and has a substantial population of 150,000, so there are plenty of things to see and do.  Some consider it to be Amsterdam in miniature…but without the oppressive crowds that plague the capital in summer. And yes, this is where the name for New York’s Harlem comes from.  New York City was originally known as New Amsterdam and many of the boroughs and neighbourhoods have Dutch names (Brooklyn, Coney Island, the Bronx, Yonkers, etc.).

More cheese!  Another cheese shop on the Barteljorisstraat in Haarlem
More cheese! Another cheese shop on the Barteljorisstraat in Haarlem

Our first major stop was at the Corrie ten Boom House, also known as “the Hiding Place”.  This house, located behind a jeweller’s store (still operating today), was used as both a meeting place and a hiding place during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands in World War II.  While only 4-6 people would be hiding there at any one time, the ten Boom House was often used as a temporary sanctuary until a safe house could be found in the rural areas surrounding Haarlem.

During the tour, we learned about the various codes that were used to avoid detection by the Nazis.  We also saw the clever extra brick wall that was built in Corrie ten Boom’s bedroom.  The linen closet had a hidden door just above the floor that would permit access to the narrow (60 cm deep) space behind the extra wall.  Because the wall was made of bricks, three days of Nazi searching failed to uncover the hiding spot that they believed was in the ten Boom house.

The hiding place at the Corrie ten Boom House.  Access to the hiding space was through the bottom of the closet; part of the extra brick wall has been cut away for museum purposes to show how small the space was.
The hiding place at the Corrie ten Boom House. Access to the hiding space was through the bottom of the closet; part of the extra brick wall has been cut away for museum purposes to show how small the space was.

The ten Boom family protected both Dutch resistors and Jews who were wanted by the Nazis.  It is estimated that somewhere between 80 and 800 lives were saved because of the Corrie ten Boom House:  it is not possible to be more precise because it would have been extremely risky to keep records detailing who had been helped.  The ten Booms were eventually betrayed by an informant, however, and in 1944 they were sent off to camps in Germany.  Three family members died but Corrie ten Boom managed to survive the ordeal.  She later became an author and public speaker, focusing on a message of reconciliation instead of revenge.

Most Dutch cities have a "Grote Markt" square flanked by impressive buildings.  This is Haarlem's Grote Markt.
Most Dutch cities have a “Grote Markt” square flanked by impressive buildings. This is Haarlem’s Grote Markt.

We’ll be in Haarlem for a few days before returning home to Canada, so I will be posting some more about both Haarlem and Amsterdam shortly.

You may be wondering about the cover photo at the very top of this post.  This is my cousin’s Labrador Retriever named Bente (for short) and the photo was taken while we were driving through the countryside north of Groningen.   Bente was sitting on the floor by the front  passenger seat and sleepily looked at me in the back seat.  While travelling is great fun, it is also nice to have reminders of a more settled life.  Bente and her Dachshund friend Frits did a great job making us feel like we were at home in Groningen.

Adventures in Groningen

(Haren, the Netherlands)

When I was at law school, I nearly went on a one semester academic exchange to the University of Groningen. While I ultimately didn’t go on the exchange, I always wanted to see what it would have been like.  My cousin is now teaching at that same university; it seems like the right time to see the school, the city and the province!

We’re staying in Haren, a quaint town about 7 km southeast of Groningen.  There is a tranquil park here with a lot of wildlife, including a herd of deer!  The downtown core also features a huge old-fashioned windmill.

Deer in Haren
Deer in Haren

During our wadlopen shoe-renting mission, one of our other stops was at the Fraeylemaborg mansion in the small town of Slochteren.  Parts of the mansion date back to the middle ages; the photo at the top of the post was taken from a bridge in the park that surrounds the mansion.  We had lunch at an old inn in the nearby town of Loppersum.

The Fraeylemaborg mansion (Slochteren, the Netherlands)
The Fraeylemaborg mansion (Slochteren, the Netherlands)

On August 19, we visited the city of Groningen.  While it may not be as dramatic as Delft (Groningen suffered more war damage and there are some ill-fitting 1950s structures in the downtown core), Groningen still has many beautiful old buildings both inside and outside the university.  One of the more impressive ones was the Plato record store:  of course, I felt compelled to visit and found a few vinyl treasures inside.  Like many university towns, Groningen is a treasure trove of interesting music.

The Plato record store on Oude Ebbingestraat in Groningen
The Plato record store on Oude Ebbingestraat in Groningen

There were many other interesting stores, however.  One store (“Klinkhamer”) could probably have charged admission to enter:  it sold everything from a stuffed two-headed bird to antique cigar boxes to radioactivity warning signs from nuclear plants.  The Kaashandel van der Ley cheese store was another example of a specialty store that went one step beyond the norm with its huge selection of domestic and imported cheeses.  Alas, it is difficult to bring home cheese and LPs:  our shopping is limited to 7″ vinyl singles and snack-sized cheese products.

Kaashandel van der Ley on Oosterstraat in Groningen
Kaashandel van der Ley on Oosterstraat in Groningen

We really like the feel of Groningen.  Our waiter at dinner told us that life is just a little bit slower in Groningen and even that “people from Groningen are a little more honest”.  While I can’t really assess that claim, I think it would be easy to live here.   As we have found elsewhere in the Netherlands, the people are very helpful and seem genuinely pleased that we are visiting from Canada.

We were also able to wander freely through the university buildings.  There is a large contingent of international students here and local residents seem quite comfortable with the diverse academic population.

Uurwerkersgang in the university district of Groningen
Uurwerkersgang in the university district of Groningen

Perhaps because of the huge student population, bicycle use here was even higher than in Delft.  Beside the train station, we saw a parking garage for bicycles!

Multi-level bicycle parking garage near the main train station in Groningen
Multi-level bicycle parking garage near the main train station in Groningen

As much as we enjoyed Groningen, we also really enjoyed travelling on the narrow local roads in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe.  The narrow local roads are often lined closely on both sides by tall trees that somehow create a cozy t unnel effect.  I think it would be great to undertake a bicycle tour of the small villages in this part of the Netherlands, as dedicated bicycle paths often run parallel to these scenic roads.  We’re now moving on to a different part of the Netherlands but I am quite sure that we will return to the north in the near future.