My Pictures 1

Bruges, on initial approach from the station, Church of Our Lady, Venice of the North?, Michelangelo's Madonna and Child in the Church of Our Lady(it's REAL), A Sunny Day in Bruges, the stadhuis or Burg or Belfort(I get confused ok?) rising from the Burg, the Markt or square, Chocolate as an aphrodisiac, Chocolate Story because chocolate is Belgian and all over Bruges, A busy Markt on a Sunday, teeming with tourists! Ok pictures are repeated cos I am a newbie blogger. Sue me.

The War Memorial outside the train station in Leuven, The Town Hall which I pass by everyday on the way to class everyday, Law School, an old building which is WAY better than BTC, on the outside, anyway. A lovely Leuven summer day, Hedgerows of blackberries, the fields outside the monastery, Bemused cows, Monastery, Cornfield near said Monastery and the Train Station.

My saviour and Me (She wants nothing to do with me), The tallest building in the Nederlands?, The City Hall with my darkened face a product of my lousy camera, not Yixian’s photography, the Port and the Erasmus (Swan Bridge) especially the sunset, Sights on the way to Kinderdijk, The Windmills of Kinderdikj and Various Old Dutch men and women.

My Dutch Holiday

Rotterdam Rambling – Day 1

I awoke thinking how blessed I had been to have had friends who would go out on a limb for me and a fellow Christian sister who opened her home to me despite her apprehensions, in the face of my calamity. Indeed, I recalled a fellow passenger on my unfortunate bus ride to Amsterdam enquiring with another Dutch as to how to find a cheap place to stay for the night, which I had all but avoided thanks to Taryn and her landlady who would put me up for the next few nights.

In a chastised mood, I had no particular plans for the day and I meekly followed Taryn and Yixian to Erasmus, artfully dodging (but failing) to get a free ride on the tram ride in, carrying books and smiling through Yixian’s suan-ing like how a thoroughly indebted person should.

My observations of Rotterdam, as Taryn put it, is more like a ‘new urban ghetto’ where the economically aspirant immigrants, Surinamese, Ghanaian, Malian, Sikh, Chinese or otherwise seek to assert their identity in the midst of the Dutch-ness of the society they live in. Around Taryn’s neighbourhood, shops proclaim expertise in the reparation of Surinamese goods, a strange meld of Chinese-Surinamese shops and calling cards which offer cheap rates to the African continent. A veritable (overused word warning) melting pot indeed.

In the evening, Yixian, Rachel (her housemate from China), Taryn and myself got a bit of sightseeing in at the harbourfront and on the Eramus Bridge, which looks like a swan. Another thing about Rotterdam is the architecture, which is significant because it was practically razed by the Germans in WII.

Den Haag – Day 2

Sneaking into 1^st class on the train, I made my way to Den Haag/The Hague for a day trip. Upon Taryn’s recommendation, I headed towards the Madrodam, where apparently every single important Dutch landmark is recreated in miniature form. I was mildly amused and fascinated by the various landmarks but it didn’t bowl me over, although the entry fee nearly did.

Now, normally, I know nothing about art. Zip, zilch zero. Hence my apprehension going to the Mauritshuis, where there are a couple of famous Rembrandts and Jan Vermeer’s A Girl with a Pearl necklace is hung. I thought I would be thoroughly bored but the free audio tour in English provided the context, history, attention to detail of the paintings which made my experience there thoroughly educational and enjoyable. I highly recommend it. I spent so much time wandering Mauritshuis that I had only 1 hour to scramble to the Esher in the Palace, where the pieces of the famous Dutch graphic artist were on display.

Rotterdam Roving – Day 3

Musuem Boijmans opened at 11am and I was pleasantly surprised to find a special on the Belgian surrealist Rene Magritte (which cost a heart-breaking 13 euro) along with a special on Jan Ader and other random exhibits. The cost of the museum (and a distinct lack of time) shelved my plans to visit the cubist houses and I went to take a boat to Kinderdijk, which was a scenic park some distance away from Rotterdam, where actual windmills still work and drain the polders (although now helpfully assisted by more modern water pumps).

I ambled onto the boat thinking I would be able to but a ticket on board. Boarding (albeit very very slowly) were a group of elderly Dutch people who were out on a day trip from Utrecht. Little did I know that I had boarded the boat at the wrong place to buy tickets!

Getting off at Kinderdikj, I tried to get into the only working windmill to get a look inside, only to discover to my dismay that I had to fork out 3 euro extra for it. Summoning my most doleful-lost-blur look, an elderly Dutch couple whipped out their tickets and I got in free! My luck ended when I tried to return onto the boat back and was asked for a ticket, to which I coolly asked how much it would cost for a return to Rotterdam, in total saving me 7.50 euro. Eh it’s a BIG DEAL to a poor student like me.

–summons doleful-lost-blur look-

Next! My Moving In and pictures !

My First Week

My apologies to all who have wondered which part of the earth I vanished to in the preceding week. I shall now attempt to recount the various misadventures that have befallen me on my way to Leuven in Belgium.

Day 1- Flight and a Hot Day in Belgium

As a sign of the misfortune to come, my Air France monitor refused to co-operate halfway through MI3, which was about 2 hours into the flight. Consequently, I spent a lot of time sleeping and jabbing repeatedly at the monitor in a vain attempt to make it work, but it didn’t. My French neighbour, a van Damme-lookalike, cursed it for my in fluent French but it didn’t work either. Upon landing in Paris at 0630, about half of Dakar and Shanghai appeared to descend upon Gate 13, leaving me emerging with my luggage 2 hours later. Because of the horde, I missed my Thalys train to Brussels and had to sit in the terminal bemoaning my fate on a tapped wireless while I waited 3 hours for the next one. Miraculously, made it into Leuven on what happened to be that hottest day of the year, dragging my luggage behind me around the cobblestones on Leuven Meeting up with my buddy Kim later, I gawped and gaped at the utterly beautiful town which happened to host a town fair, complete with rides, haunted houses, ponies and other attractions, not to mention fair-food of the typical Belgian variety. Read; Escargot, Frites lathered with mayonnaise and waffles and waffles and waffles!

Day 2-3 – House-hunting

I had underestimated the housing situation upon arriving. I thought that by coming in 2 weeks early, I would be able to secure a nice place, at reasonable rent, near to my campus. I eventually, I failed to get all 3, well except the former, until I found a room at a private agency, slightly outside the main area, for a slightly expensive but not cutthroat rate. It was then I realised that finding a place to stay was all-important. No housing contract, violate visa and get booted out of the EU because you can’t register at the Town Hall. No registration at Town Hall and housing contract, no bank account for you. No bank account, no money. No money, dead.

Day 4 – A monastery

Initially, I was told to go the monastery to get accommodation temporarily until my contract for a room started. Now a monastery conjures up images of monks, spartan living conditions and isolation, which hardly appealed to me. However, a financial analysis prompted a reassessment of my priorities and I lugged my person to the beautiful Paters Obalaten just outside Leuven. Some pictures below of cornfields, raspberry and blackberry-lined hedges, goats, cows and horses. Idyllic and peaceful, perfect for saintly reconsideration, not to mention cheap!

Day 5 – Bruges!

Stumbling into breakfast, I chanced upon the other Singaporeans from SMU studying in Leuven for 1 semester. I thought there were 4 but 2 were just on holiday and they invited me to Bruges for a day trip. For the uninitiated, Bruges is a touristy, typically Flemish town with historic buildings and squares, canals with tree-lined banks and cobblestone streets resounding with the smell of horses and the sounds of cash registers of tourist money. For my lovely fiends friends who want to come to Belgium and visit, it is a must!

Day 6 – Providence and Amsterdam Rotterdam-bound

I decided to take a bus up to Amsterdam and crash at Alfian’s place Amsterdam for a few days before heading to Rotterdam to visit later on in the week, in lieu of staying in Leuven staring at my own feet. Everything was going according to plan until my bus got delayed for 2.5 hours outside Antwerp where all 4 lanes where closed, forcing my Eurolines bus through a single lane and through many a small town. This meant a 1.30 am arrival in Amsterdam, when all public transport would have stopped running and I would be thoroughly marooned because I had forgotten to bring/lost my paper with my essential contacts on it. Help in the form of the bravest TARYN MARINA YAP came when my bus stopped in Rotterdam. I had fortuitously been contacted her about staying at a later date but when she heard about my plight and she came bounding out of her apartment despite it being the first time she ventured out beyond 10.30pm in her rather dubious neighbourhood and waited for me at Rotterdam Centraal Station! Actually it took till 11.10pm for her to find me because I was given terrible instructions by a fellow passenger who left me running around Rotterdam at night with my backpack, without a map and getting looks from bemused Surinamese at street corners. Taryn has reminded me to mention my eternal gratitude to her for finding me, feeding me and housing me, which I will return in kind when she visits Leuven in the near future.

Dutch Adventures and pictures to come!

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