As I learned from a 1950s leaflet a true camper moves every three days to heal the grass. I’m a bit more optimistic about its stamina, so I moved my BedMobile every two weeks. This is how it goes:
In between rain showers life can be pretty beautiful. I almost forgot but here are a few reminders:
Roger is on a cycling holiday. The trees that support his hammock have become more familiar than he hoped.
No matter how much I pushed or pulled, the canvas kept on drooping like a tired bloodhound on a dog show.
Het Vliegenbos is one of three city camp sites in Amsterdam. It sits on a long strip of grass overlooked by a large chunk of forest just across the city centre.
The Mongolian festival on the 13th of July was a happy ocasion with about five hundred smiling visitors from all over the Netherlands.
Yesterday I was cleaning the floor. Mopping up two litres of rain. Meanwhile spreading dirt with boots. How did I do it past fall? I didn’t.
What if you have no clue why? Want to know but don’t understand? Depent on each other? Join Loes on the steppe and let yourself become a part of Mongolia’s largest family.
Sunday the 13th of July you can find yourself on the steppe in the Noorderpark during our own mini edition of Naadam – the biggest festival of Mongolia!
Plugin your Bable fish, drag your internet device outside and listen to NH aan de deur