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Not Enough Rust

February 10, 2008 / robino / 0 Comments

Waking up…
upset stomach…
alcohol in blood…
4 am.

My first working day,
my value is added,
and my belly hurts.

Almost
lost a job
once
because of adding too much value
at the bar

Please
fall back asleep
let’s remain one piece
enjoy
sun
and beach!

8 am.
A bug in my ear.
I hit.
The alarm-clock.

Brushed my teeth
but no help against the buzz.
Not here.

Sun comes up,
rays of light.
Solutions
through sounds of waves.
Revenue
through excitement.

Can we have one meeting …
managing the journey?

A break.
And coffee helps.
Waves come in
go out,
light arises.

And the sun
on my Mediterranean balcony
warms me up.

My new job,
the first in 13 months,
brought me to Malaga and Munich
already.

Yet to come:
Boston,
Paris,
London.

My towel is with me.
I
love
it.

City of bike-lanes and water, my small town, I am back in your streets again, smiling. It took me five years and some months, but I am surrounded by ‘my own’ four Amsterdam walls and roof-top. Por fin! Yes!

I am back loving it, I feel this is where I (well… for the moment at least) ‘belong’. There are no palmtrees here like in Barcelona, and the beach is pretty far away (1,5 hours by bike…!) but it remains one of the better places in Europe to live. And what matters most: I feel at my place and happy here.

From where I live (for now, it’s a temporary place for half a year), I bike to the center in 15 minutes. At the same time it is on the edge of town, close to the Amstel river. It takes me five minutes to be in nature, cycle along the riverbanks, to feel space or to wonder around in the forest.

So, you know how it works: feel free to come along and please stay as long as you want. Just send me a nice pigeon before you come and clean the dishes when you leave.

Mill Hunting

October 24, 2007 / robino / 0 Comments

“Every week again I push my own borders”, says a lady who is cycling from Amsterdam to Abcoude, a tour of nearly 15 kilometer and who I just met. “Every week I change the route somewhat and I just try to cycle a bit more. Maybe one day I will go as far as you!”

The lady was impressed when I told her I came cycling from Huizen, my home-town, which is actually only twice as far as Abcoude. Even in Holland, where there are more bikes than people, you are apparantly looked upon when you travel ‘large distance’ by bike instead of by car or public transport.

In other words, traveling is so relative. I could have told her why I was here or about my travels in the past year, or about a friend who is touring the world on his bike, but the lady was more than impressed because of the small trip I made that day.

And similarly to traveling distance, will I be able to keep this way of searching and freshness as when traveling: to look in the same open way at those things that are familiar to me as towards what is new?

My Romanian bike-accident is already five weeks away and I am happy to be able to cycle longer distances again, and to discover new things in old places.

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