A touch of Holland
We had been planning for a few days what to do and today was the day. Some of my most beloved traveling friends were visiting Holland and I have to say over the years they have become friends of my entire family. The story is quite simple. When I was living in Egypt a few years back, I met this guy from Australia; Micheal. We hit it off straight away and had loads of fun in the grand bazar that is Khan el Khalili and many other places in beautiful Cairo.
Over the years we kept in touch and when my brother went to travel the vast country that is Oz, I sent Micheal a message. He immediately invited Sander over, but it took some persuasion from my side to actually get him there. He hasn’t regretted that decision at all and loved his real Ozzie Christmas with three ‘Barbies’ (Barbeques).
Now, when Sander was coming back to this part of the world, Micheal just happened to be around these parts and I’d introduced him to my parents as well. He even went with us to pick up Sander at the airport. It was a welcoming he didn’t expect but you never know how things go, right?
Well, this year, Micheals wife Cheryll came along for the ride (she usually doesn’t come along for she hates airplanes) and they ended up coming this way again. They stayed with my parents for the last few days and today we set up a surprise meeting with them. They didn’t know they were going to see Sander again, and I was an even bigger surprise. And to make it even more Dutch, we went to see the lovely windmills at Kinderdijk. My dad even brought the bloody Dutch wooden shoes… Eh… Clogs!
So, to finish it all off, I took some pictures and wanted to share them with you all.