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April 12, 2013

Our Nine-Sided Fire Tower…

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Yes, another retro-active diary post from when my Kiwi cousin and his family were visiting…

We are making our way down the beach at Scheveningen, and pass by another rather unmissable local landmark: “Vuurtoren van Scheveningen” (the Scheveningen Lighthouse), …although “vuurtoren” transates rather literally as “fire tower” which of course they were in the days before gas or electric lights.

To my shame, even after living here so long I knew nothing about it so turned to Wikipedia who said:

In de 16th century Scheveningen had a lighthouse already, and the church collected money from the ships using it.

It was elevated in 1850, and equipped with a copper cupola and a new light. In the 1870s, Dutch lighthouse designer Quirinus Harder got the assignment for a new lighthouse.

The lighthouse is made of cast iron and consists of nine segments.

At the foot of the tower is one house for the supervisor and four more for the lighthouse keeper.

The original light rotated in a mercury bath, which was replaced in the 1960s by an electrical system. One of our friends said that you can do a small tour/ learn about it and climb up it, another neighbour said you used to be able to do so but can’t any more, but wasn’t entirely certain if that was a temporary thing because of renovations. Since I’m not in good enough walking mode to tackle tower climbing any time soon, I will put off investigating this further until I can, and will update this post accordingly.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scheveningen_Lighthouse

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April 11, 2013

A Stroll on The Pier, the Beach and a Statue That Forever Waits on the Shore…

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You are still getting posts from my photo archives because I’d taken some time off for a holiday but my back problem still isn’t better…

Himself and I attended a concert last weekend where one of my Sister in Law’s was giving a performance,  the rest of the family were there too and it was a bit embarrassing to see that my ninety year old Mother in Law was moving around faster than I was.

My physiotherapist did some home visits  and found all the painful spots very quickly and prescribed heat pads and a list of exercises which should help. The cause seems to be because I can’t  stand evenly on both feet, since I stand mostly with my weight on my right side the muscles around my hip on the left have gotten lazy and when I lifted my new kitchen gadget (a slicing machine) to clean it,  it was heavy enough to make the lazy muscles complain and freeze up. My foot has a lot of answer for at the moment.

I’m busy stretching and resting as advised and now have a range of pillows dotted around every sitting place in the house to stuff behind me for support as per instructions.

Yesterday we had to drive down to Belgium to help out a friend with some urgent bureaucracy problems  and who doesn’t speak Dutch that well and I’m not entirely certain if that ended up being a grand idea after all (I mean, sitting in the car bit, the helping bit was necessary).

More on what we squeezed in there around our appointment  there soon…

Meantime back to my Kiwi cousin’s visit of a few years back.. we are at the beach at Scheveningen and have decided to check out the pier, another  historic landmark of Scheveningen. I take photos looking back towards the beach… to the rows of  ”strand tents” (beach tents) on the sand which are all cafés and restaurants, are all temporary and will be packed away in storage at the end of the summer months.

Our walk takes us from one end of the boulevard to the other, passing one of my favourite statutes: the fisher-woman looking out over the North Sea,  a memorial to all who went out to sea and perished there. The flowers were left over from the “Herdenkingsdag”  (Day of Remembrance) a few days earlier…  Let’s get on with the photos…

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17 may 193 the pier (Small)

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April 10, 2013

Sand Castles and Building Beauties…

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On this new page of my diary written and illustrated a few years back,  one of my visiting  New Zealand cousins, his family and ours have all come to the beach at Scheveningen, to enjoy the surroundings, find some food and look at the sand castles that have been built here by professional sandcastle builders.

My photographs were also taken in  hurry and since I didn’t check them until later I didn’t realise how dark most of them turned out.

Unfortunately the one thing not going to schedule this particular May,was the weather…  it’s warm enough, but we’ve been dodging  snap cloudbursts and thunderstorms and the wind  today is making beach fun a bit of a stinging experience.

This means we don’t linger much around the sandcastles,  but made our way towards the pier, passing by the Kurhaus and the cafés lined up along the promenade.

The  Kurhaus was finished 1885  originally as a concert hall and a hotel.

After suffering serious damage by fire, it was rebuilt between 1886-1887.  By 1969 it had fallen into disrepair and was closed but was saved from demolition in 1975 when it was listed as a historic building.

Now  completely renovated into the high-class Steigenberger Kurhaus Hotel (the only hotel in the Netherlands of the German hotel chain Steigenberger Hotel Group) and casino, reopened in 1979 and now continues to be a well know and loved landmark.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurhaus_of_Scheveningen

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September 15, 2012

Kaikoura: Where One Lobster Is Almost Whale Sized…

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The kids have burnt off only a fraction of their excess energy after the seal-walk that wasn’t…  so we assure them that it’s not too far to Kairoura and that we will make a decent stop in the town.

It’s practically impossible to miss that Kaikoura is famous for Whale Watching and for Lobsters… like many things, when I was a kid it was a loosely kept secret, there were no queues, no mass tourism per se and if you “knew someone who knew someone” who had a big enough boat then there was a good chance you could catch a whale watching trip of your own.

I did, several times in my early twenties, and both time braved some pretty bad sea-sickness to try and catch a sight of a whale up close. I do have to admit that on the first trip out the sea was millpond calm and yes, I was still sea-sick.

On the second trip it started off calm enough but after being out for some hours it  started to come up choppy so we were forced to race at a rather breakneck speed to shore as the swells around us got bigger and bigger.

I didn’t feel so self conscious on that trip because  there was only one’of the half a dozen passengers on the boat who wasn’t sick, but by the looks of him that was only due to the steeliest determination I have ever seen, before or since.

I remember marvelling at how clamped shut his jaw was and how his face remained set in one stony facial expression the entire trip back.  Upon reflection as I write this down,  I now wonder how many days it might have taken before he could move his face again.

On both of these trips the skippers had put underwater microphones into the water as we bobbed out over the deep water so that we could listen for whale calls. We could hear them there were kind of clicking noises as the sounds were picked up (technology is sure to have advanced massively these days) and there had been sightings in both spots earlier in the day but sometime the whales take on air, make a very deep dive and stay submerged  for hours.

Like most things connected to natural events it’s largely a matter of luck, and on both occasions we didn’t have any.

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These days Whale Watching is the biggest commercial earner for this small town, I hear that the boats used these days are far bigger and that booking is essential in the summer high season. We find path that leads to a board-walk along this part of the beach.

Little Mr is the first to spot the whale watching helicopter (I’ve been on that too in the past, but that’s another blog post) and to come running up the beach as fast as his legs could carry him (not easy running on all these loose stones) to breathlessly demand that I take photographs please.

I obliged his request and then sat and sweated on the board-walk  for the safety of my DSLR when Kiwi Daughter took  her first  few photos of the surf  breaking on the shore. ( This stony beach and crutches being completely incompatible).

Himself and the kids collect a few stones from the beach to add to our “beach archive collection” and mindful of the impending excess baggage charges we would invariably incur if  no action was taken, Himself spent the next 15 minutes sneakily removing a sizeable quantity of very decent sized stones that Little Mr thought to be the most excellent specimens on the beach, and replacing them with their far tinier cousins.

The joke is that when I pulled the tiny plastic bag of stones out of the suitcase in The Netherlands, Little Mr proudly pointed out “his” stones, completely oblivious to the fact that the ones he pointed to were a tenth or a twenthieth of the size of the ones he chose on this Kaikoura beach.

One day when he’s older he will read this blog and realise he’s been hoodwinked all the while. I might have to tell him that I decided to clean them and that they shrank in the wash. Do you think he will buy that?

More squeals of excitement erupt when the kids spot a “shark” in the water… err no kids,  it’s not a shark, it’s a seal and I do my best to grab a photo but it keep diving and moving further away. Eventually the kids grow tired enough to realise that their stomachs are rumbling and our next task is to look for a very special and even (gasp) world famous eatery.

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This isn’t the eatery we are looking for, but when they boast that the lobsters from Kaikoura are huge… they weren’t joking!

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August 29, 2012

I’m a Bit Confused as to Where We Are, …But it’s Fun Anyway.

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It’s not usual for me, but this is the point in our New Zealand trip where I get rather geographically confused.

The camera numbers on these photos are later than the Foxton photos, I’m certain we went here after Foxton since we are travelling south, but when I looked at the map I found the name of this beach (Himatangi Beach) on the north side of Foxton!  Did we travel backwards unwittingly?

I think not, we certainly didn’t  go through Foxton twice (I mean you couldn’t miss the windmill and the murals could you?)

Probably what happened is that I  accidently mislabelled some photographs.  Oops.. sorry.

It was Himself who swung us out on a detour off the main road on this occasion:  it was overcast but hot, the air-co in the van was brilliant but all of a sudden he saw a sign leading to a beach and next minute the indicators were on and we were turning right down a side road with the kids cheering in the back seat.

Who am I to complain?  I’m all for an unexpected detour as long as it doesn’t involve steep cliffs and plunges into anything.

After a short rural stretch of road we go past rows and rows of typical Kiwi beach “Batches” (holiday homes), many with boat trailers and signs of summer holiday inhabitation and end up in a small car park at the very end of the road. There’s a take-a-way outfit with an attached small shop but that’s about it.

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Kiwi Daughter takes my point-and-shoot camera to the beach and  I stay in the van and catch up on writing postcards.

The kids have fun playing in the sand and take  photos of their artwork to show me.

Kiwi Daughter’s consists of a life-sized portrait that she lays down next to for scale, Little Mr. just prints out his name several times in a row and then indulges himself in adding to the collection of sticks he wants us to carry around in the van.

Just in case anyone doesn’t recognise Kiwi Daughter from her portrait she helpfully labelled it “this is  me” and included an arrow  pointing to her sketch.

This is hardly necessary of course, isn’t it obvious that she’s the little Dutch girl?  I mean the portrait even comes with wooden shoes!

Meantime back at the van, a car draws into the car park with a funny little box hanging off the back tow-ball.

I wonder what on earth it is for and it’s not until they reverse and turn around later to leave that I see that it’s a dog box and that the other side consists of a mesh grill, behind which the cutest little doggy face is parked.  (…at that exact point in time I had a postcard in my hand and not a camera and as you can imagine postcard’s don’t  take photographs, so I missed snapping this lovely little canine face)

If you are wondering why the dog wasn’t travelling in the car, it may possibly be because it was a family with three large male teenagers in the back seat.  I dare say the dog had twice the leg-room they did.

After a good break and having given the kids some time to run off some energy we are ready to get back to the main road again.

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August 3, 2012

Black, Sparkling and VERY Hot!

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We have been following the road along the coast but one that’s a short distance inland so whilst we’ve managed to get many glimpses of the sea, we haven’t been too close to the edge of it yet.

It was hardly surprising therefore that when we rounded a corner near Patea and suddenly saw a beach just meters from the road that the kids were excitedly asking if we could stop in their best pleading “pleeeease, pleeeease, pleeeese” voices.

Once the van stopped they were quick to tumble out of the van and run down the bank onto the beach… where their shouts of joy turned to ones of astonishment as their bare soft Dutch city feet found the black sands far hotter than they could handle.

They solved this problem by immediately wading into the stream that was flowing into the sea and the shrieks continued as they discovered how cold the water was. Himself was left to hunt below the seats in the van for kid shoes and once these were found they were delighted to venture out of the water to investigate piles of driftwood and indeed the very sparkly sand all around them.

My photos didn’t really capture how black these sands were, and how it sparkled with the mineral content in it. This is proof that we are very very close to what was once a very active volcano as Mount Taranaki stands within erruption range (albeit millions of years ago). Mount Taranaki is/was also known as Mount Egmont, but like Mount Aorangi (Mount Cook) it’s been decided to revert back to their origonal Maori names.

Further down the beach in the wet sand a man on a motorbike is towing a plastic sled-like contraption in which a bigger kid is holding a littler kid and they are having brilliant time skidding along the sand as the tips of some of the waves connect with them periodically. As we watch the occupants of the sled change, clearly keeping the driver busy.

Our children decide to make a tiny collection of various “beaches” they have visited around the world so a kid-sized handful of sand goes into a small plastic bag and I will see if I can find a little shadow box at home to put it into. The embankment from the van to the the beach is too steep for me to negotiate on crutches so I content myself with photos taken from my vantage point at the van.

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May 31, 2012

Requesting a Treaty…

Interestingly the request for a Treaty in New Zealand was instigated not by white (“Pakeha”) settlers but by a contingent of Maori who appealed to the British to help them settle continuous infighting amongst Maori tribes.

For more than a decade Missionaries had been encouraging Maori to set up self governance but there was such disagreement and indeed tribal wars between the Chiefs, that Maori were in grave danger of wiping themselves out before settling their disputes.

The website: http://www.treatyofwaitangi.net.nz/WhyaTreaty.html tells us:

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  After Cook’s three exploratory voyages (commencing) in the 1760′s and the establishment of a British penal colony in Australia, trade and Christianity came to New Zealand.

British, French and American vessels began visiting New Zealand harbours in the late 18th century to refresh and refit.

From the early 1800′s commercial trading started in New Zealand with timber, flax, shore whaling, ship building and general trade with the Maoris and non-Maoris who had established themselves in New Zealand.

By the 1830′s the coast was dotted with trade settlers as well as several missionaries who had also purchased land and set up home.

However, after 1830 purchases of land grew until there were quite large acreages of land owned by non-Maori. By 1839 there were 2000 permanent settlers, 28 onshore fisheries and many commercial ventures in flax, timber and ship building, plus general and domestic trade by non-Maori.

Until 1832 the British or Imperial Government was reluctant to intervene in New Zealand, but as more and more settlers arrived and trade and investments expanded, the British Government felt responsible for her people and their investments as well as the Maori. 

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They did pass three acts in 1817, 1823 and 1828 in an attempt to bring law and order, but as New Zealand was outside the British Dominion, these were unsuccessful. In 1820, after Hongi had slaughtered many thousands of the Thames Maoris, they requested that Britain afford them protection.

By the early 1830′s trade between New Zealand had become so intense that there could be up to 30 ships at anchor and 1000 seamen on shore at any one time but still no law to control them or the Maori.

The 1828 Act did empower the courts to deal with crimes by British subjects but these had to be heard in Sydney and therefore it was difficult to get all parties together at the same time.

While British interests and investments continued to increase and become predominant at the time, French and American activity was also on the increase. This worried the British as they were beginning to build up large capital investments in New Zealand but with no protection if  New Zealand were to be annexed by another nation. 

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Many events sparked off Maori appeals to Britain for protection. The first in 1831 when it was rumoured that the French naval vessel La Favourite intended to annex New Zealand to France in retaliation for the killing of Marion du Fresne and his crew.

The Maoris even discussed a letter to the King  but decided on placing a British flag on the mission flagstaff, reasoning that if the French tore it down, the missionaries would appeal to Britain for protection.

After this 13 powerful northern chiefs sent a letter to the King asking him to become their friend, guardian and protector of these islands.

Captain William Hobson was charged with the mission of instigating a Treaty in New Zealand and after a lengthy consultation with Governor George Gipps in Australia, he arrived in New Zealand aboard HMS Herald on the 29th of February 1840, fully briefed on what the Treaty must say.

On the 5th and 6th of February 1840 he  landed at the place now known as Hobson’s Beach (first photo)  and walked up to the Treaty grounds to negotiate the Treaty of Waitangi with the Maori Chiefs. There were more than 500 Maori present and this flagpole designates the spot where they met for the formal negotiations.

It’s also the spot where from 1934 New Zealanders hold the official Waitangi Day ceremonies.

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January 27, 2012

Trapizza and the History that Brings Me Back Here…

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Pizza and I have never been best of friends. I remember only too well my mother’s home-made efforts.. the toppings were ok enough but the pizza bottoms were thick and doughy.

Everyone else in the family seemed to love it like that and I was the only one sitting glumly at the table trying to think of ways to get out of the labourous task of wading though a pizza base twice as thick as  the thumbs that held the pieces.

From then on I avoided pizza whenever possible, and considered myself a confirmed non-pizza eater. If there had been a club with a life membership to not eat pizza I would have signed up.

Then, whilst touring “small town America” with Himself before the kids were born, we arrived late in a small place called Belle in Missouri and the one and only place open so late in the evening was a small pizza place.

I frowned and wasn’t extatic about the idea but it was the only place open for miles and we were really hungry so I steeled myself for the first pizza experience of my adult life and took a table with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

Himself made the order at the desk and I contemplated just eating garlic bread and nothing else. To my disappointment garlic bread wasn’t on their menu, or they were sold out of it, so pizza it was going to have to be.

Our pizza’s were duely delivered to us and my eyes opened in wonder… a thin crust, a wonderfully thin crust and topping to die for… bad pizza memories were being extinguished with every mouthful.

The lady who ran the pizzeria was called Arlene W. and she collected Coca Cola memerobilia. Himself had some coasters back home in the Netherlands that he’d found in a box load of stuff he’s been given from someone and he asked for Arlene’s address so that he could send them to her.

We duely sent them once we were home and she replied to say Thank You and thus began a tradition where we wrote once a year exchanging Christmas Cards. Arline’s handwriting was always a challenge to read and over the years it got less steady and even harder to read but we kept up with news and looked forward to the card that bore the USA stamp and Missouri postcode each Christmas.

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We learned over the years that her smiling husband had passed away, that she left the pizzeria business and her health was deteriating. Two years ago, after some 15 Christmase’s we received no reply to the card and letter we sent out, and we are now left wondering if she is just no longer capable of writing or of she too has passed away.

Either way we have very fond memories of Arlene and wish her rest and peace. I’ve tried pizza here in NL since that trip but not one of them have come even close to exciting my tastebuds as Arlene’s did so my pizza experiences remain few and far between.

Since Arlene W.  is the one who made me brave enough to order a pizza here at Siloso beach, I owe her too for the discovery of my second favoutite pizza place (considering how rarely I eat pizza, looking forward to one somewhere is saying something).

Here at Trapizza Restaurant on Sentosa’s Siloso beach I have again found a pizza that turned all my misconceptions about pizza on their head. Wafer thin crusts cooked in a piping hot pizza oven has left me with a new appreciation of how brilliant pizza can be, even enough to turn the head of a seemingly confirmed pizza hater.

Our trips to Singapore would no longer be complete without a meal here at Trapizza.

I’ve made blog posts on this place before and no doubt will again in the future… and why not, when this place cooks a pizza that I adore and nowhere at home in the Netherlands even comes close? .. but love as I do their Pizza’s, all kudos goes to Arlene in Belle Missouri for changing my relationship with Pizza forever.

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I even get to try and take photos whilst being wheeled home by Himself. What more does a girl need? (answer: lessons in how to take night photos if you saw all the out of focus ones I deleted)

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January 26, 2012

Dune Buggy to the Rescue!

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We return to Sentosa Island after the Duck Tour and Himself and the kids head straight for the swimming pool whilst I take a nap.

Later in the afternoon they return to the room complaining that they are hungry and urge me to get out of bed and dressed so that we can all go out and eat.

Himself remembered that our favourite Pizza restaurant “Trappizza” on Siloso Beach is now open again after the Zoukout event and we all are eager to go there.

There is just one small problem: beach + hill + crutches are not a good combination. The hill we can get around (partly) with the lifts but I would still have to negotiate the pool area, a carpark and then the beach itself.

The hotel does have a normal style wheelchair for me to use when I need, and that’s been helpful, but it would be too hard to manage one of those on sand.

The solution comes from an unexpected quarter: Himself and the kids have made friends with one of the Lifeguards at the the pool… The lifegards name is Joseph and he’s been super helpful.

Himself mentioned to Jospeh that it’s a shame that we won’t be able to make it down to the beach for our favourite pizza and Jospeph starts to grin… “Please wait here” he says, walking down a path at the back of the pools…

…and he returns a short while later with a most excellent mode of transport to take me to Siloso Beach.

My “transport” arrives at the patio door of our hotel room with Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr.  on board,  grinning their faces off and with  small bevy of envious children from the pool area in tow.

My carriage awaits, Himself takes over as chief  dune-buggy pusher and we happily head off for pizza.

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