Tuesday, March 4, 2014

10 LESSONS LEARNT WHILE LIVING IN HOLLAND


There is no such thing as bad weather; just inappropriate clothing.

I’d really like a little sign stating this so when I’m in Australia or the UK I can hold it up each time I hear a girl complain about how bad the weather is while trying to navigate through the snow in heels or wonder why she’s cold in the belt she’s passing for a skirt. Dress appropriately people and you will never be uncomfortable! ;)

Credit cards are a life choice not a necessity.
As the Dutch mantra goes; we don’t spend money we don’t have. Based on my credit history this is advice I really should have taken on a long time ago!

Santa lives in Spain. (Or Sinter Klaas as he's referred to in Holland)
Sinter Klaas graces the Dutch shores each year via boat mid November. After making his way through the country with his black faced sidekick-slave in toe. (Swarter Piet) In the weeks leading up to Christmas the streets are lined with the tiny shoes of blissful children eager to wake up in the morning and find them filled with papernoten (a small gingerbread like ball) and other sorts of sugary goodness. Also, forget coal. If you’re naughty this year kids you run the risk of being put in Swarter Piets bag, thrown onto his boat and taken back to Spain. Really the story of Sinter Klaas needs and deserves its own post so I'll leave the rest for another day!

Patat met mayo & pindasause. Enough said.

Biking is the best way to get anywhere.
However if you have to bike any further than 8-12minutes to get somewhere then it’s too far away. This made me giggle each time I heard someone argue or whine our destination was too far to bike to. I could drive to Belgium in less time than my daily commute has taken me back in Sydney. I felt lucky to even have the option to bike somewhere in Holland.

If you can move it with a car or a van you can move it with a bike.
Riding a two wheeled bike with a wooden carriage on front - packed full of five children, a dog, a sofa & carrying an umbrella to shield them all from the torrential rain is a perfectly normal way to start your day. Holland is known for the crazy rain and blow you over wind yet biking is still the no 1 mode of transport. You haven’t experienced Holland until you’ve battle-biked home with one hand on the bike trying to counter steer the wind, one hand up holding your hood in place as you’re half blinded by your hair, soaking wet and unsure if you’re crying from the sharp raindrops piercing through your eyeballs or it’s just another splash from the stream running down your nose.

Urinating in the middle of a busy plein is not only accepted but encouraged.
So you’re just biking along minding your own business when suddenly like something out of star wars a giant silver cylinder begins to erupt from beneath the pavements. Without warning the immerging robot startles you enough sending you toot-sweet off path and into a stack of parked bikes. What the eff just happened. What just happened was it’s coming into peak hour and one of the many pop up urinals has opened up (or popped up in this case) for business. You can find these open air urinals all over Holland joining the party during peak hours outside and around clubs or populated night life areas. An idea to free up some of the tiny bathrooms and discourage men from just going anywhere, anyway.

Albert Heijn is the answer to all things food.
Unlike Australia there is really only the one kind of supermarket. Other than the little corner stalls Albert Heijn has no competition & there’s basically one on every block. This makes sourcing out the awesome envy-inducing food in other peoples cupboards fantastically easy to acquire.

Open windows, no blinds. Because we have nothing to hide.

I knew Holland had changed me when I returned to Australia and couldn’t help but feel sneaky or a little shady each time I closed the blinds in my house. Majority of the homes in Holland boast large open glass windows that look straight into bedrooms, kitchens, lounge rooms or any other room for that matter. I must admit it feels pretty weird the first few times you’re sitting there having dinner or lazing around in your pjs watching TV in plain sight of any pedestrian or biker that happens to pass by.

It is not possible. Even when a little running around would make it so.
I’m going to use this excuse as the reason for my complete lack of attention to this blog lately.
Sorry, it just was not possible to post anything new recently. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

SURVIVAL KIT FOR A HORRIBLE HOSTEL

Most of the time hostels are awesome. Though sometimes they’re just down right horrid. Whether it’s the hostel its self, the people you’re bunked in with or the whole package – you’re likely to come across a hostel on the little-less-lovely side if the line. But hey, when you’re paying next to nothing to bunk in for the night you can’t really be expecting breakfast in bed. Here's a list of five things I've wished I had at one point or another.



A TOWEL. With bed sheets that have been used more than a hashtag #throwback on a Thursday it takes almighty strength to get comfy laying in the thought of stale fluids and romp-nights that your bed has seen. A quick & simple pick-me-up or better yet cover-me-up is to strip the bed, lay down your towel & sleep on that. It has only happened once- but I’ll admit to sleeping on a towel, switching my blanket for a coat & rolling up a scarf for a pillow.



THONGS. To clear things up for the Americans- I’m talking about the thongs for your feet.  I can’t stress enough how important a pair of flip-flops are when travelling. Not only are they quick and easy to slip on when running outside to see what the commotion is but they’re often incredibly necessary in the shower. Whether the bathroom’s spick-spunky  clean or down right dirty something about standing and showering on the muck shed from the last 8 backpackers.. just doesn’t appeal. 




POTPOURRI BAG Or scented something. I know this sounds completely weird and unnecessary but your nostrils will thank me when you’re stuck in a 10-bed dorm full of au-natural hippy enthusiasts who believe showers are for those tied down by the modern world. Throw one under your pillow & try to forget the nine different scents of awful coming from the bunk below. I first experienced all that is the death-chamber hostel dorm when I walked into my room @ St Christophers in Berlin- amazing city, great hostel, cool group of people – not so cool being bunk #2 / 10 filled with said children of the earth.



WIPES.  Being that it’s typically the norm & a rule of thumb that if you use it - you wash it. You’re sure to come across the not so washed pots, plates and pans sporting chunks of last night’s dinner. Understand that not everyone’s kitchen skills are quite on par with your cleanliness standards nor a priority of those to go. Having a handy set of kitchen or all purpose wipes will help ease your worries and give what you use the once over. In my experience, kitchen wipes or baby wipes actually come in handy for basically everything & anything & if my spidy-sense is correct, you’ll be pulling them out left right and centre.




EARPLUGS. Whether it’s the party downstairs, the card game going on in the corner or the couple banging like bunnies in the bunk above- There will come a time one will wish they’d packed plugs.





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