Back in time

Funny… When the church bells woke me at five this morning I went back 50 years when Ferre Grignard became famous in the European lowlands with the song ‘Ring, ring I’ve got to sing‘. As a 14 yr old I saw him performing in ‘De Muze’ in Antwerp (nowadays a famous jazz cafe. Grignard was inspired …

Out of South Africa 10: Cannabis

Last year we went on a 4-week journey to Europe and Canada. It was for the first time since more than 11 years that we had a holiday ‘out of (South) Africa. We mainly visited family and friends but in between we took time to travel around a bit. With my Sony Cybershot 7.2 I …

Out of South Africa 8: Amsterdam bikes and other bits

Last year we went on a 4-week journey to Europe and Canada. It was for the first time since more than 11 years that we had a holiday ‘out of (South) Africa. We mainly visited family and friends but in between we took time to travel around a bit. With my Sony Cybershot 7.2 I …

Out of South Africa 4: Flower Power in Amsterdam

Last year we went on a 4-week journey to Europe and Canada. It was for the first time since more than 11 years that we had a holiday ‘out of (South) Africa. We mainly visited family and friends but in between we took time to travel around a bit. With my Sony Cybershot 7.2 I …

Out of South Africa 1: A refreshing Welcome

Last year we went on a 4-week journey to Europe and Canada. It was for the first time since more than 11 years that we had a holiday ‘out of (South) Africa. We mainly visited family and friends but in between we took time to travel around a bit. With my Sony Cybershot 7.2 I …

Pictures from the square yard 11: Thandi; The Gate

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

Pictures from the square yard 6: Store Cafe; The Leak

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …