We left home around 8-ish friday the 18th of June and while my parents prepared the house for burglers I ran around collecting little things i knew i'd need ... -deciding to join my parents on their three week expedition round europe camping only 2 days before perhaps wasn't the best idea.
An (appreciated) uneventful 3 and half car ride down to harwich and we arrived at the port around midnight for the early morning crossing to Holland where we stayed the night.
7am and we loaded up onto the almost cruise liner ship for the 8.30 sailing and found a huge buffet with both continental and full english breakfasts... enough to last me a few days.
The crossing has made me realise how crap the Dover-Calais lines are - i don't think i could willingly spend money of that shite full of duty free shoppers ever again. yes i know i'm growing into a snob.
The 2nd meal before we got off was once again buffet style with every kind of food available - but i settled for a good chunk of spicy chicken and couldn't manage my dessert - altho i did nab a few bottles and cobs for the day ^_^
We arrived in Hoek van Holland around half 2 ish english time and then spent a good hour heading across the many spagetti juntions that Holland has to offer to Barondrecht.
The site my parents have stayed on the year before and really like it but this time it proved more difficult and theyed changed the site meaning we ended up on a scruffy pitch next to a static caravans, really loud stupid music (one entire song consisted of the word 'fuck' so i walked by and laughed at their naff clothes and shite caravan and the fat wanker that sat in his chair - they may not understand english but i'm not the most suttle of people and when people walk by point and laugh they soon got the idea - they knew what the swearwords were anyway and i used quite a lot of them while pointing)
Yeah so it wasn't even our pitch because someone else was on it. and then the electric tripped so that was fun too. We left the site with the bikes for a couple of hours and went around the town not far away. Now the people may have been useless but the cyce tracks around Holland are amazing - the bikes really rule the road. and they go everywhere but on dykes. My dad made me laugh because he said thats why dutch people are so tall - so they can see over the dykes ^_^ and my god they are tall too.
And toilets there that i have named 'dutch toilets' because they are just a bowl and then theres like a little hole that you can just see below the front rim of the seat. They are the most freaky toilets i have every seen in my life! and i refused point blank to use them - my mum says < 'its so you can check that your healthy' >..... : - S its a close call between which are worse french 'holes the ground' or these 'dutch toilets'.
The next day we got up and left early and drove all day through Holland the north Germany with the aim of reaching Regensburg that evening.
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July 12 2005, 13:11:20 UTC 6 years ago
And what is it with the Dutch and Germans being so obsessed with their poo? We joked in Italy that the reason why the Germans have the toilets with the plates at the bottom is so they can make sure that everything that went in came out.
Never been one for duty free shops myself. Then again, I don't quite get the concept -- for those of us travelling into the States, we end up having to pay duties on those items when we import them. <shrug>
July 12 2005, 13:46:03 UTC 6 years ago
yeah a cob is a 'roll' as in bread but in nottinghamshire, england we call them cobs. Like a bacon cob.
And it seriously is not just the germans and the dutch - the french are worse except the complete opposite - theres just a hole in the ground and you have to stand over it which is hard when you have trousers and pants on for a girl :-S
and duty free isnt really duty free anymore and its cheaper just to buy it inland than on the way back but the british nation hasn't really cottoned on to that fact yet...