Launched October 24th, 1999
Ronald Langereis - 1999 - Amsterdam
Day One - Saturday, October 16th
How, indeed, to get there - Amsterdam - Totnes, 550 m
From 8.30 a.m. until 10.30 p.m.
|Having left Amsterdam at 8.30 a.m. we're on our way to Roosendaal to join with the rest of our company||Long before he ever gave thought, supposedly, to the possibility of becoming himself a grand-father, Rod Stewart sang: "Every picture tells a story, don't it."|
This being true, I'd better not say too much and let the pictures speak for themselves. However, there are certain aspects of travelling pictures can't tell, the invisible part, what's in the traveller's mind. This can only be expressed by words.
Pictures, apparently, do have this touch of objectivity. They'll present themselves bluntly, without further explanations, staying aloof from the spectator and at the same instance demanding his, if not her imagination to imbue them with meaning.
Words are subjective and full of meaning. They're personal. They tell the story behind the pictures, adding the dimensions the flat pictures are lacking, of time and emotion, of names belonging to dark promontories, wind-swept moors, and lovely river vales, as well as to unknown faces.
Words, if strung together rightly, can be more telling than any picture. So, maybe, the most pleasurable way to savour this site, is to plunge into the pictures and let the words swirl against the palate of your imagination; and make sure to enjoy the after-taste.
I look forward to receive your comments and suggestions. If you've got pictures of your own, which can fill in the gaps in the story that I left open, send them to me, that they be incorporated into the Photo Album.
|The first sanitary stop, somewhere in Belgium. Hans went straight for the hand-out bananas|
|Waiting for permission to embark upon the Channel ferry Calais - Dover|
|The first thing to do on a ferry is to find a seat for a sip, a bite and a smoke. Shopping isn't fun anymore since they closed down the tax-free|
|The white cliffs of Dover rising up from the sea to catch the wavering light of the October sun|
|Dover harbour, the steep cliff crowned by the forbidding castle|
|At 10.30 p.m. we arrived at Higher Poulston Farm in complete darkness. Our lodgings were at the Shepherds Cottage, where we can here be seen inspecting the provisions|
|'The Boys', as they are called, came by to bring us the ingredients for a hearty breakfast|
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