Operation Fatten Up Saskia
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Arriving back in the folds of the family and my priorities were in the right place – I starting eating and no two-minute noodles were in sight.
Since arriving in Moscow, just under two months ago, and excluding money spent on transportation and accommodation, I had worked out how much I had spent on a daily basis on sightseeing and food and it wasn’t that much; only USD$3.05 per day and €5.11 per day, although there had been a price to this saving – my clothing.
Where my bank account had been making savings, my waistline was fading and the pants I had made in China, which fitted me beautifully then, and were a little loose after traveling through Asia and Central Asia, now fitted like a sack – they hung off me. It wouldn’t be such a problem, but as I am backpacking I don’t a lot of clothing with me.
However, I did eat something untypically Dutch the other day when I went up to Amsterdam to hang out with a good friend of mine, Lisa.
After the day trying on wedding dresses (Lisa, not me), and planning honeymoons (Lisa’s, not mine), we had Indian. For months I have been dreaming of some good Indian or Thai food with coconut and shrimps and I wasn’t disappointed, except for the fact I ate my meal in one sitting so I didn’t have any for lunch the following day when Lisa and Martin ate their leftovers.
After eating our full of pancakes with applesauce on them, I had to catch the train home. Lisa, who has moved to Amsterdam from New Zealand six months ago, has recently taken up the Dutch pastime of cycling. She has been educating herself in the ways of the bicycle and has her bike license to prove it. She happily told me she has been practicing her craft by cycling around the streets of Amsterdam on her own bike and pushing another bike while she rode hers, but on this day she was going to cycle with me on the back of the bike to the Centraal Station.
And here we were, in the centre of Amsterdam, cycling with me on the back – or should I say she was trying to cycle with me on the back. Lisa, in her defense, hadn’t really biked in her youth and now she was on this accelerated course in a country, which prides itself on biking. She did well, but in the end we had to swap places. I was to cycle and she was to sit on the back. Now I too hadn’t done this since my youth so there were a few nervous moments, but we got to the station with plenty of time to spare. In fact Lisa did say we weren’t in a race and we could take our time – I pretended not to hear her. I was reliving my past and pretended I was part of the Tour de France (minus the Pyrennes and the drugs).
The train ride down to Deurne was eventful – listening the Hamish and Andy podcasts mean that I crack up with laughter at moments that I cannot control. Normally this is acceptable practice, when home alone, but on a busy train the etiquette is slightly different and I had to explain to a carriage full of passengers I was ok and the tears were from laughter. Most believed me, but I did notice a few businessmen backing away from me carefully whilst keeping eye contact.
So my time in Nederland continues. I have a lot planned; cycling, eating, drinking endless cups of coffee and then some more eating. Life is good and if the family wants to fatten me up, who am I to complain? So long as I don’t need to see any two-minute noodles for a couple of weeks, I’ll be happy.
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