Array ( [total] => 12 [pageSize] => 24 [page] => 0 [results] => Array ( [5429] => Array ( [iID] => 5429 [tTitle] => The year that was . net [tSlug] => the-year-that-was-net [iTime] => 1354834800 [iUpdate] => 1516124813 [tDescription] => This year's new year's card is an ever changing collage of photos that you can define yourself. Our card cycles through our photos from the second half of 2012. The one that cycles through photos from the whole of 2012 is rather heavily laced with photos from one particular wedding. Nice, but with the two weddings this year, we don't want to wrong foot anyone. The code which builds the ever changing collage allows you to build your own. For example, you could have your digital picture frame, telivision or screensaver show an ever changing and continuously updated collage of photos from, say, Istanbul, Iran or Thailand. Or you could make combos, like hipsters in New York or flowers from Holland. Some magic was borrowed from Antonio Lupetti, David Wilkinson and White Hat. Note (April 2015): The URL was retired. A nice alternative is the iOS app Sliders. [iCategory] => 6 [tURL] => [iViews] => 25750 [iClicks] => 697 [iRating] => 0 [iVote] => 0 [iVoters] => 0 [iRedirect] => 0 [tISBN] => [iLocation] => 1140 [iOldID] => [tCover] => [iAccess] => 1462216013 [iHot] => 0 [tTemplateName] => sparse [iHideMap] => 1 [iForSale] => 0 [iImages] => 1 [iFullImage] => 1 [fLatitude] => 0.29893 [fLongitude] => 32.6227 [tLocation] => GOAL apartments [iPrimaryCategoryFeatured] => 0 [tCategory] => Own stuff [iCategoryFeatured] => 0 [iPrimaryCategory] => 6 [categories] => Array ( [6] => Array ( [iID] => 6 [tName] => Own stuff [tSlug] => own-stuff [tDescription] => Erich Fromm said that "creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties" and, without giving freedom to my creativity, I'd die. [iOrder] => 2 [iActive] => 1 [tType] => article [tTemplateName] => sparse [iFeatured] => 0 [iPrimary] => 1 ) ) [flickrTag] => bf:blogitem=5429 ) [960] => Array ( [iID] => 960 [tTitle] => New year on the beach [tSlug] => new-year-on-the-beach [iTime] => 1262300400 [iUpdate] => 1262300400 [tDescription] => Niamh is more of a beach lover than I am, hence the fact that during my two years in Thailand, I not once visited one of the country's beaches. Now, with Zanzibar being a major destination for beach holidays, I didn't really have a choice, and so I arranged for us to spend the new year on the beach. Our destination, Kendwa, almost on the northern tip of the island, saw us spend three nights at the Mocco Beach Villa. Way overpriced at 60 dollars per room per night, but still one of the cheaper venues in the area, with a kilometer or so of coastline being hugged by a series of resorts, their backs sealed off from the village by a 2.5 meter high wall. For some reason, there are so many Italians, at all the resorts, that most signs are in Italian. The many Masai, who run the little shops selling paintings and jewelry, all speak Italian before English. We entered the new year at Kendwa Rocks, the more opulent resort here at Kendwa, where a full moon party was scheduled, complete with live music and funky DJs. The party, rather busy and reasonably well organized, was livened up by someone dropping a canister of tear gas. Everyone poured out faster than when the place had been on fire. A teary start of the new year. 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[iOrder] => 1 [iActive] => 1 [tType] => article [tTemplateName] => default [iFeatured] => 0 [iPrimary] => 1 ) ) [flickrTag] => 20100101 ) [910] => Array ( [iID] => 910 [tTitle] => New year [tSlug] => new-year [iTime] => 1237762800 [iUpdate] => 1237762800 [tDescription] => 21 March, the start of spring, marks the beginning of the Persian new year. Rouzeh threw a small party, which saw myself, Elvis (that is, Peter) and his fiancee Patience enjoy a relaxed evening at Rouzeh's place in Pretoria. For Iranians, the new year is called 'Nowruz', meaning 'new day', though the Farsi transliteration, due to the many Farsi dialects, knows some 20 different varieties. The term Nowruz first appeared only in the second century AD, but at least since the Achaemenid era, possibly from as early as 600BC onwards, did the official year start with the spring equinox, which occurs around the 21st of March, the beginning of spring, when, in the northern Hemisphere, the length of the day starts to overtake the length of the night. It's not unlikely that the geographical spread of the Achaemenid empire resulted in the current widespread celebrations of Nowruz. Not only is Nowruz celebrated from northwestern China through central Asia to the Crimea, it's also observed in parts of Albania, Bosnia, Kosovo and Macedonia. Furthermore, the Jewish Purim festival is said to derive from the Persian new year and, of course, the Romans, up to around 150BC, celebrated the start of the new year at the start of spring as well (though they started at the ides of March, the 15th, which incidentally was also the date Caesar was killed), hence September being called the seventh month, October the 8th, etc. Incidentally, when the Romans realigned the start of the new year to January, the month was named after the two-faced god Janus, one for looking back and one for looking forward. Nowruz was, most likely, first celebrated by Zoroastrians. Though that religion, considered to be the 'father' of all monotheistic religions, only entered historical records around the time the Achaemenids are known to have started to observe Nowruz, the religion's founder, Zarathushtra, considered by the ancient Greeks to be the father of both magic and astrology, might have lived around the year 1000BC. The reason for celebrating the new year on the first day of spring, however, is shrouded in history, besides being a reasonably obvious choice as a point of yearly rebirth. One myth, related in Ferdowsi's Shahnameh, tells of the legendary king Jamshid, who had an elaborate throne constructed, after which he was celebrated by all the world's creatures, calling the day of the celebrations Nowruz. Historical indications to back this up include Persepolis, known to Iranians as Takhte-e-Jamshid, the throne of Jamshid. There, processions etched in stone are considered by some scholars to represent the bringing of gifts by peoples from all over the king's empire. Perhaps more interestingly, the king Jamshid might symbolize the transition of the Indo-Iranians from animal hunting to animal husbandry, basically commemorating the time when Iranians settled on the Iranian plateau after traveling from Europe, around the Caspian sea, to what is now Iran. Those in Europe who celebrate Nowruz as the start of the new year are typically ethnic minorities who entered Europe during the Turkish rule of south-east Europe. This includes the Bektashi in Albania, an Islamic Sufi order. But they aren't the only ones. Some pagan Europeans celebrated the start of the new year with the start of spring until the late middle ages. Perhaps not so surprisingly, Islam has had a bit of a love/hate relationship with Nowruz. As it originated before the arrival of the prophet, that is, Muahammad, it's sometimes considered un-islamic. Khomeini, in his first post-revolution speech, declared that Nowruz would not be celebrated as long as the world suffered from injustice. Which, I suppose, would be as long man lives. Nevertheless, the two-week celebrations surrounding the new year in Iran are still the most important holiday there, even though leaders like Khamenei and Ahmadinejad both have tried to downplay the festivities, but with little success. In Iran, new year's celebrations and traditions are comparable to everywhere else. They involve drinking and dancing, but also jumping over bonfires, to cleanse oneself, the cleaning of the house, buying of new clothes and, interestingly, the purchase of flowers. Gifts are exchanged and families are visited. Jumping over the bonfires is done on the evening before the last Wednesday of the year and it's called 'Red Wednesday' and celebrates the light winning over the darkness, an obvious reference to Zoroastrianism. Also, according to tradition, the living are visited by the spirits of their ancestors in the last days of the year. Kids, re-enacting these visits, wrapped in shrouds, run through the streets banging on pots and pans, knocking on doors, asking for treats. The link to fireworks with new year's celebrations seems obvious and I suspect there might be a link with Hallowe'en as well, though that is said to derive from the Celtic festival of Samhain ("summer's end"), possibly also the beginning of the Celtic new year, and the Christian All Saints day, which doesn't seem to have a clear historical origin. Probably the most interesting part of Iranian Nowruz celebrations are the haft sin, Persian for seven 'S's, a group of seven items starting with the letter s. An Iranian family celebrating Nowruz will collect these seven items and have them on display for the new year. These seven items symbolize the Seven Bounteous Creations from Zoroastrianism. These are sky, water, earth, plants, animals, man and fire. As Zoroastrianism sees the physical world as a natural matrix of these seven creations in which life and growth are interdependent, mankind has been tasked, as the only conscious creation, with caring for the universe, with the final goal being harmony and perfection. However, three thousand years of tradition can't be left unchanged. Now, the seven 'S's and their representations are: Obviously, it might not always be too easy to get the right items together and some 'S's are sometimes replaced by others: And other items might show up as well, not necessarily starting with the letter s, but typically having some obvious symbolical, historical or spiritual meaning. A cute add-on is sometimes a gold fish, in a bowl (which Rouzeh did have), symbolizing both life and the fact that the sun is leaving the zodiacal sign of pisces at the start of spring. Another interesting add on are decorated, painted, eggs, with the egg being a symbol of rebirth, which was later adopted by early Christians as a symbol of Jesus' rebirth. Indeed, sculptures on the walls of Persepolis show people carrying eggs to the king, Jamshid. And, if you're wondering, the introduction of the Easter Bunny derives from the Saxon celebrations surrounding the spring equinox, where the spring goddess Eostre ('Easter') was personified by the hare. Then, on the thirteenth day of the new year, with the twelve constellations of the zodiac controlling the months of the year and each ruling the earth for a thousand years, after which the sky and earth collapse in chaos, it's time to sing and dance, typically at family picnics. The sabzeh, grown for the haft sin, is thrown into running water, to exorcise the demons from the household. A related tradition is the process of lying to someone and then making them believe it. And then there's the gentleman called Haji Firouz, Symbolizing the Sumerian god of sacrifice, killed at the end of each year, being reborn at the begging of the next, he usually has a face, painted black, symbolizing good luck, and is dressed in red. Though the earliest historical records point to the Iranians being the source of Nowruz celebrations, some scholars believe that the they, as a whole, might have been borrowed by the Indo-Iranians from the Mesopotamians, whose land they occupied from the first millennium BC onwards. And you thought it was only the beginning of spring. So, the fish is still alive. Rouzeh wasn't able to find sprouts, though I offered to find some Brussel's sprouts for her. We played Scrabble till late and we didn't jump over any fires. 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[tSlug] => would-you-like-some-carnival-with-your-new-year [iTime] => 1230764400 [iUpdate] => 1230764400 [tDescription] => Apparently in its fifth year, the last day of the old year saw the now traditional street carnival in downtown Johannesburg. Expecting something akin to Asakusa Samba which I enjoyed earlier this year in Japan, I was full of expectation. As with many South African events, promotion was abysmal. This meant it was hard to get an idea of the route the parade would follow. However, through interpolation and my superb (ahem) knowledge of Jo'burg, I figured that if I'd park my car at the Civic theater, I'd be able to walk and enjoy the parade. Though this was true and I arrived just in time to see the beginning of the show pass by on my little bit of De Korte street, there were practically no other spectators. Also, the parade was over in a mere 15 minutes. A long cry from the hours I spent watching the parade in Tokyo. In the evening, Rouzeh and I went to a party thrown by hasher After Blast in Pretoria. The food, potluck style, was more than excellent, and so was the whiskey. Just before 12, an enormous storm hit the ridge on which we were partying, which meant there wasn't any fireworks for miles around. 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[iOrder] => 1 [iActive] => 1 [tType] => article [tTemplateName] => default [iFeatured] => 0 [iPrimary] => 1 ) ) [flickrTag] => 20090101 ) [523] => Array ( [iID] => 523 [tTitle] => Photomarathon, a city walk and Chinese new year [tSlug] => photomarathon-a-city-walk-and-chinese-new-year [iTime] => 1172617200 [iUpdate] => 1172617200 [tDescription] => Last Saturday saw the first African photomarathon, in Jo'burg and, together with Bronwyn and Rat from The Bag Factory and Ismail Farouk, I was one of the organizers. It was quite a success, 69 photographers started the 12 hour marathon and only three bowed out before the end of the day. And not one because he was shot. Two follow up events are set for this Saturday, a panel discussion, and March 15, opening of the exhibition and the prize ceremony. Saturday evening, after all was over, I was feeling terrible. I thought it was simply because I was getting old and can't handle actually working hard, any more, but then Betsy realised I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. And, indeed, I wolfed down some chow and felt much, much better. Oscar A relaxed Sunday later, we had a tough night ahead as, earlier, I had won tickets to a red carpet event, here at Montecasino, where the Oscar ceremony was going to be shown on a huge cinema screen, followed by a champagne breakfast. Most winners were quite predictable and, for the first time in many years, it was again mildly interesting to see this incestuous circle jerk. City walks Earlier, in fact a few weeks earlier, I went on two city walks with Ismail. One was organized and took us through the area around the Drill Hall, the venue of the infamous Treason Trial. The other took us from The Bag Factory to the Carlton Center, scouting a route for the Photomarathon, one week later. 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[tSlug] => happy-new-year [iTime] => 1104534000 [iUpdate] => 1104534000 [tDescription] => Yes, a happy new year to you. Yesterday evening, new year's eve, was spent with Benno, Joost, Neha and Wong. As usual, Wong phoned me only a few days before, to ask what I was doing come new year's eve. Originally, I had wanted to be abroad, but Betsy didn't like my offer of going to Paris, so we stayed at home, inviting some friends. Wong was very welcome. We didn't do much, playing 'Dancing Stage' and eating and drinking a lot. After 12, we started watching Lemony Snicket's... but within minutes, Joost, Neha and Wong had fallen asleep. To keep the spirits alive, we decided to play a bit of Mafia, without a doctor and sheriff, but Neha and Wong were too inactive to really make for a good game. Joost, however, when mafia, couldn't stop talking. Wong, Joost and Neha stayed for the night and in the morning, or rather, afternoon, we basically continued eating and drinking, playing 'Het drankenkabinet', a game similar to Trivial Pursuit, but only with booze related questions. Back in Budapest, at the very beginning of this year, Joost spilled Champagne all over himself and we decided that meant that 2004 was going to be HIS year. Considering he picked up Neha (or maybe this was the other way around, but who's counting), this prediction turned out to be true. Now, one year on, I predict that if Neha and Joost are still together by the end of the year, which I suspect they will be, they will have set a date for marriage, most likely in 2006. 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Close to Spanhoek, at the Kerkplein, the terrace of Orlando's is a great place to while away the hours on a relaxed Saturday afternoon or Sunday, when everyone has moved to their 'boitis', their outhouses. The middle of the square is occupied by the Centre Church with on one side a statue of Simon Bolivar and on the other a monument in honor of Nicolaas Helstone, a Surinamese musician of some influence. 
Orlando's is a great place to experience the diversity of the Surinamese people. Not only Peacecorps volunteers, tourists, Suralco workers and gold diggers stop by, the four people that work at Orlando's are a Creole man, a black girl, a Lebanese woman and a Javanese man. Close by Orlando's, the Keizerstraat is home to a large synagoge and a very large mosque. Just around the corner, you can find the rundown wooden cathedral of St. Peter and Paul, which still is the largest wooden cathedral in South America. 

Our visit to Suriname coincided with the Chinese new year. Since most of the casino's are run by Chinese, we needed to know which places to go to at what time. After talking to the owner of a Chinese supermarket, we found out where to go on Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Free food, drinks, pagara's (fireworks), dancing snakes and more, a whole weekend long. 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[tSlug] => the-rain-in-spain [iTime] => 978822000 [iUpdate] => 978822000 [tDescription] => The almost obligatory new year's sea dive, on which Vinca and I also had agreed, eventually was only done by Irene en Nico. During the night a really terrible storm had set in, where Vinca and I continuously wandered when exactly the windows would finally come down from their sockets, and because of that we had decided not to dive. Although it turned out that, the next day, not only was the storm not as strong as it had been during the night, the wind was also a warm wind. Locals, that is, Portuguese people, seem to celebrate new year inside. The streets where exceptionally empty, although many Portuguese had come from around Monte Gordo to spend the weekend at one of the parties the hotels were giving. This mainly meant eating till after 12 and then dancing, mostly to classical music. After witnessing Nico and Irene's morning dive, Vinca and I went to the little town of Tavira, a quaint little town where we spent some time drinking espresso in a nice little tavern. You can listen to what is was like there. Giso and Jaap staid in bed, after a night of heavy drinking in the 'NOX'. Vroom vroom Already before we left, we figured it would make sense if we would rent a car and drive around the Algarve a bit. We expected Monte Gordo to be less than very spectacular. Something that was also confirmed by a group of travelers that was in the same van with us, being picked up at the airport after arrival. They had rented a car. However, we were with a total of six people. Not amount that easily fits in one car. At first, to keep the price down, we considered renting a Fiat Palio. A reasonably spacious car, however not built to hold 4 people in the back. Additionally, I had had a quite interesting adventure with a Fiat Palio a couple of years ago, where the window next to the passengers seat almost without warning fell off the car. While driving. A Palio it was not going to be. A second option was a very expensive mini van. In stead we opted for twice the smallest car possible, a Fiat Punto. Not only turned this car to be reasonably cheap, just about $20 per person, excluding gas for a total of three days. It also is a very nice car to drive. And we now had the opportunity to split the group in two, if the need would arise. Sevilla Tuesday we went for Sevilla. The double 'l' you pronounce as a 'j', so when Nico, when later ordering a piece of chicken in some restaurant ordered a 'pollo' (with the double 'l', he not only received the chicken, but you could hear staff making fun of him in the back of the restaurant. Unfortunately, there is no highway between the Spanish-Portuguese border and Huelva, a Spanish town, some 80km after the border and some 70km from Sevilla. In stead you get a very busy secondary road, which resulted in the trip to Sevilla taking much longer than planned. The very reason why Vinca and I later in the week decided we would not go to Cordoba, another Spanish town, even further away than Sevilla. We still, however, could consider us lucky, that the very nasty looking Guarda Civil at the border didn't stop our car at seeing my terrorist-like face. The host of EXPO92 has two must-sees within it's city borders. The first is the Gothic cathedral, according to the Guiness book of records the largest in the world. Which is something interesting altogether, since later, in New York City, I was to come across another Gothic cathedral that claims to be the largest gothic cathedral in the world and also the largest cathedral in the world after the St. Peter in Rome and some creation in Ivory Coast. Either way, the cathedral is quite a sight and gives you a very nice view of the city of Sevilla. If it's not the biggest, it is still very impressive and also has a very interesting history attached to it. Originally, on the site of the cathedral, there used to stand a mosque, built by the conquering Mores, at the beginning of their conquest on the Iberian peninsula. When, finally after some 500 years, Christians took over from the Mores, they raised the mosque to the ground, except for its minaret, which they used as the bell tower for the newly to be constructed cathedral. Besides the interesting history, the church also probably harbors the remains of Columbus. Probably, since although there is an impressive grave for him in the church, no one is really sure whether his remains didn't get misplaced somewhere in the Caribbean. The other must see in Sevilla is, what is called, 'Alcazar'. A name that, even after having been to Sevilla, only can remind of the general from the Tintin comics. The guy that tries to stage a coup in some unnamed South American country and ends up as a knife throwing artist. Large parts of Portugal and Spain were part of the Morish empire, during the middle ages. In Spain, in Cordoba, Granada and Sevilla and in Portugal along the whole Algarve, many reminders of that era still exist. One thing in which the Mores differed from most occupying forces, is that they let Christians continue them practicing their faith. Alcazar was the location where Morish and Christian nobles had their luxurious houses with very luxurious gardens. Lisboa On Wednesday, Nico and Irene went for a bike ride around Monte Gordo. Something which was rewarded with Nico enjoying a flat tire along the way. Although the guide, at first, stubbornly refused to believe the tire was really flat and had it pumped up several times before he finally gave in. The kids, Vinca, Giso, Jaap and myself, took one of the two cars and drove to Lisbon. Again, a large part of the journey took us across secondary roads, where trucks and busses were keeping our speed down. And to make us even more joyous, just before arrival it started to rain badly, which only finished way after we returned. Lisbon supposedly is one of the 'undiscovered gems' of Europe and I have to admit that that seems to be true, even though we didn't have much time to explore the city, since Giso and Jaap already wanted to head back after a mere three hours. It is a fact that the Tower of Belem, the church and convent in the district of Belem, the old citadel, the small and zigzagging streets of the old town, the largest suspension bridge in Europe and the commercial center do give Lisbon the air of a Paris, London or Rome. And one that has largely still not been discovered by tourists at large. Prices are, although slightly higher than on the Algarve, very reasonable and since, without a hassle, you get large chunks of hash offered to you in the streets, what else could you ask for? A Jesus-on-a-mountain, just like in Rio? Well, it's got that too! We want Moor Earlier in the week, Vinca and I had taken up the plan to drive to Cordoba, in Spain. However, since the trip would take us first to Sevilla, we decided not to go there. The secondary road up to Huelva would simply take too long. Earlier in the week, the rest of the group had declared that in stead of going to Spain, again, they would rather drive around a bit in the Algarve. As it turned out, Vinca and I staid in the Algarve, visiting Silves and Estoi, the rest of the group went to Ayamonte, just across the border with Spain. Silves once was a Morish settlement but is now nothing more but a small, quaint, friendly town, not so much touched by tourism. Estoi, some 20km north of Faro, is nothing more than two streets converging but has two sights worth mentioning. The first is a totally not interesting dug up Roman ruin, for which you have to pay to see it. The second is a very neglected 16th century garden from some rich landowner. The garden is free to walk in and is quite impressive, even now, after so many years of neglect. The day basically was a day of chilling were we spent a large part of the day drinking coffee and, later, port in several of the bars of Silves and Estoi. Not that Portuguese bars are 'cosy' in a European sort of way. All bars, cafes, restaurants and most shops too, have one or more TVs in the waiting area. Not so much to please the customers, since they don't really seem to be watching that much. If anyone, it seems to be to please the workers. There and back And then Friday came about again. Vinca and I had the opportunity to sleep late and spend our day doing nothing much more than chilling. The rest of the group was to be picked up at 4:30am, to be driven to the airport. Our bus wasn't coming until 3:30pm. Not that we had an easy trip back. After arriving at Faro airport, we were told that our plain had a two and a half hour delay. In the end, that turned out to be a four hour delay. To compensate us for our troubles, the airline gave us a snack voucher. The snack voucher gave us a cheese sandwich, egg on a role and a small bottle of coke. Great. But we did get to say the Lethal Weapon version of Mel Gibson! Besides the not so great trip back, this type of vacation clearly caters to older couples who want to encounter as little uncertainties on their holiday as possible. They want to be able to speak their own language, they want to eat their own food. Literally, to them it must feel as if they really haven't left home. That's also why we were welcomed in Monte Gordo by a guide from our travel organization. The very friendly lady even wanted to explain, in as much detail as humanly possible, how to use an ATM in Monte Gordo ("And then you set the language...") Of course, she also showed up at the airport. It was a pity though she didn't know of our delay before we were picked up at our hotel. Luckily enough, the bottle of whisky I had bought when flying in to Faro was still one quarter full, which gave me about an hour to relax. Ready... Get set... Go! Eventually we went to bed, Saturday morning at 4am. Sunday afternoon at 1pm I was already in a plane going to Reykjavik. For the first time in years I was getting a normal meal on the flight and, a first for me, the plain was equipped with LCD displays. A pity they were showing old episodes of Frasier, the problem not so much lying in that they were 'old', but that they were 'Frasier'. After our four our delay at Faro, everything fell perfectly in to place. When I arrived at my gate on Sunday, I had still 10 minutes left to drink a coffee. I couldn't have been there any minute earlier. That is, of course, not true if I would have slept less than the four and a half hours that I did. Saying goodbye to my Love was more difficult for me as I expected. It seems that, because of the busy weeks and months prior to leaving, I hadn't really had the time to consider the consequences of us not seeing each other for so long a time. Only when on Saturday night, we lay together in bed, after tying together too many loose ends during the day, did it slowly dawn on my what really was going to happen over the coming months. And I didn't like the prospect at all of not seeing my baby for four months at least. Morning did eventually come around and we staid in bed just a little bit longer to enjoy each other just that little bit more. Eventually, four wet eyes later, we did manage to say goodbye for now. Just before finally getting up, Vinca asked me where her box was. "Which box?", I replied. "The box in which you will take me with you!" 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[iOrder] => 1 [iActive] => 1 [tType] => article [tTemplateName] => default [iFeatured] => 0 [iPrimary] => 1 ) ) [flickrTag] => 20010107 ) [589] => Array ( [iID] => 589 [tTitle] => White Christmas [tSlug] => white-christmas [iTime] => 978217200 [iUpdate] => 978217200 [tDescription] => I spent most of Christmas at my girlfriend's. Her mom, Remke, being both a university professor and a great cook prepared the most wonderful meals for the Christmas dinners. And to top it all of, it even had started to snow on Christmas eve, making for a something of a white Christmas. On Christmas day, Vinca (my girlfriend) and I, walked around Leiden a bit, to try and get something of that 'white Christmas feeling'. The weather became worse (or better, depending how you look at it) as the week moved on. On Wednesday, the layer of snow covering the land had grown into as much as 10cm in places. To make matters worse, I had a minor accident with my car on Wednesday, just before picking up a laptop. I had to bring the car to the garage though. Lap top One of the managers of OGD Software, an, as you've probably guessed, software company, was so kind as to borrow me a laptop for my time abroad. However, the laptop wasn't working anymore. That is, if I could get it to work, I could keep it. Unfortunately, I couldn't., although a friend of mine, Nico, was so kind as to try to get it to work during my stay in Portugal. Later, after returning from Portugal, Nico confirmed the suspicion I had in relation to why the laptop wasn't working. It seemed the processor hadn't been adequately cooled and broke down because of that. If anything, I now have a non working laptop to give me comfort. Meanwhile, the tickets for Portugal had arrived. To refresh your mind, we (my girlfriend and I) were going there because we were invited by my parents. They hoped to get all the kids to go to the Algarve with them. Because we weren't sure whether Vinca would have the time to join, Vinca and I booked our tickets much later. Although we all flew on the same day, my parents were to arrive on Friday, in the evening, going back the next Friday in the morning. Vinca and I were to leave Friday morning, to return the next Friday in the evening. All in all, almost two whole days of an extra vacation, which proves that all good things come to those who wait. The trip to Monte Gordo was fairly uneventful, if not very inconvenient. We had to get out of bed at 3:30am, to be picked up by a cab at 4:10. Since the cab still hadn't showed some 15 minutes later, it was a good thing that we, accidentally, had awoken Vinca's mum. She was already trying to start her car when, finally, the cab did come. At Schiphol, I was mildly surprised that after the body shop, the chocolate shop and the toy shop, they now also had a cheese counter. Monte Gordo itself was very much what we expected of it. And we didn't expect much. The village, if you could call it that, was not much more than a large collection of gray colored concrete hotels. All menus from all restaurants where available in multiple languages. English, French, German and Dutch being just a couple of the available selection. As these things go, to a location and a vacation style such as this, older couples flock to it as flies to a fire. At some point, to have some form of entertainment, Vinca and I played a game, where the winner would be the first one to spot a second couple of our age. After some 30 minutes, we gave up. At the local tourist office, I asked if the new year was celebrated in Monte Gordo with some special kind of event. The reply was plain and simple: "We have bars, discos...". "But is anything organized, especially for the new year?" I tried to ask again. "Well", she said, "In Villa Real", a small but real town some 5km from Monte Gordo, on the border with Spain, "there will be a party in the street. If the weather is good." So, I asked whether she new anything about the weather for new year's eve. "Not so good"... Surprise Although we had rented an apartment, breakfast was included in the price. Still, the fully equipped kitchen we had to our disposal invited us to go shopping for goodies. At the local supermarket we tried, a large guy was filling up his overcoat with bottles of J&B whiskey, looking at the counter to make sure no-one saw him. Strangely enough, he didn't see me, nor Vinca, since we approached from the other direction. First, I bumped into him, later Vinca. Both on purpose. Without being disturbed, he kept on filling his jacket. When later, with much difficulty, we tried to tell the Portuguese shop-owner that this guy was stealing his liquor supply, we stopped when the thief was walking past us. The reply of the shopkeeper? "Do you want meat?" In the evening we went to the hotel my parents had booked. I asked one of the clerks what their expected time of arrival would be. "Nine o'clock. But they fly Martinair, so it could be 10, 11, who knows!" Fine. Luckily, the transfer from Faro airport did arrive at nine and we were happily united. Not a moment to soon, that is, because since Vinca had used her GSM to check the time earlier in the evening, we had arrived at the hotel an hour earlier as planned. In Portugal it's one hour earlier as in the Netherlands. Finally for some dinner. And very soon we understood the usefulness of the fully accepted Portuguese practice of ordering half a portion for dinner. If you don't open your mouth, you get a German sized portion of Spanish food at Greek prices. After dinner, Vinca and I went for a role on the beach. Putting the jaws together After an extensive walk on the beach on Saturday, walking from Monte Gordo to Vila Real, we all joined for dinner. Waiting, outside, for a table to free up, one of the patrons, who was Dutch and had eaten at the restaurant, just had to tell Nico that he should take the piglet. Something they normally never serve, but was truly delicious. Nico took the piglet. And was very satisfied with it. Although staff tried to make it clear they had only one specific piece left, Nico had to get the piglet on his plate. He only came back from his decision after he bit in a piece of jaw, concluding he had already eaten an ear and an eye. Celebrating the new year wasn't as thrilling as it could have been. Not that it was bad, it was just a little bit boring. The group simply was too divers and made it difficult to have a very good time together. Nico and Irene preferably watching some game show or cabaret on the telly, Jaap en Giso wanting to go for a (large) number of beers on the town and Vinca and I just wanting to 'go' some place together. However, some Yahtzee and Scrabble pulled us through the evening and we watched the Germans celebrate the New Year an hour early on television. 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