,
“Are we there yet?”
One could rightfully argue that the Plan was either too simple
or perhaps not convoluted enough. Why
journey to your destination via the quickest and most efficient form of transit
when you can just as easily complicate the expedition by throwing an obstacle
or two into the mix. Why take the direct
route when you can just as readily trip yourself up and opt to instead forge
along a maze of roads, without a map or a clue as how to get there. Not asking for directions is a sure-fire key
to the “success” of failure, a guaranteed path to ensuring that you’ll never
ever get there – all the while encountering a highway of roadblocks chock full
of stumbles and bumbles. Whoever said
that getting there is half the fun has apparently never had the privilege of
travelling with Pink Sneakers on the Go.
On the Go to somewhere or most likely on the road to nowhere.
Let the journey begin.
Luckily for my travel buddy and I, our only obstacle to
arriving at our prospective venue was none other than you know who – yes, me!
Harbouring a bucket-load of irrational fears and worries - from issues
with planes, trains and automobiles (just to name a few) - my inner
claustrophobic adamantly refused to place a pink-sneaker clad tootsie in any
type of confining space whatsoever.
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| Yippee!! On the train to somewhere or perhaps to nowhere |
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| Might as well have a quick catnap whilst waiting for the bus!! |
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| Languishing the day away waiting for the bus |
Exasperated beyond belief, questioning the supposed sanity
of his travel-a-holic pal, my globe-trotting side-kick stoically endured
countless stares and glares from information kiosk agents worldwide, all
perplexed as to why someone would elect to forgo the rapid whoosh of metros
versus the laboured trudge of trams and trollies.
Had it not been mid-October, we would have been effortlessly
ferried by boat to our destination, a picturesque canal glide that, alas, was
only offered in peak tourist season, from early April to the end of September.
And let’s get real here, after all, the journey, with all of
its spills and tumbles, is what makes traipsing the globe all the more memorable. And let’s not forget the most important and
crucial element here, as any hitch of a glitch sure does make great fodder for who know who’s Blog on the Go. And as for those phobias, peculiarities and
eccentricities of a certain Cuckoo on the Go…well, let’s just say that they’re
the brainchild of a certain pink-sneaker clad ol’ Auntie’s cleverly concocted Plan.
Or, are they?
And, as for those windmills, the pictures speak for
themselves.
Pink Sneakers on the Go Fascinating Tidbits
of Info:
Did you know that the descendants of the
Cat and the Cradle kitty are known as the Molenkatten or Windmill Cats? These feral cats are fed and sheltered at the
De Kattenmand (Cat Shelter) and are
tended to by volunteers and the Dutch SPCA.
And, as for what happened to the baby that was
found inside the cradle that washed up on the shore of Kinderdijk? Legend has it that a young boy found the cradle,
in which a baby girl was snuggled and that many years later, the pair fell in
love and married.
Next blog – Wed, March 18th!! Where to next? Perhaps sightseeing in Rotterdam? Stay tuned!!
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