The past two weekends, my cousin(‘s son) Sam was on a visit with me here in Amsterdam. This meant I got out more as tour guide than I’ve been able to do lately, and on foot often enough that I saw things differently. Interestingly, the very last post in this particular series appeared just shortly before I flew out of Dhaka during covid, and in that post I actually referenced good ol’ Sam, who’d been a big fan of my various series and posts during the covid months in Dhaka. This is mostly half-marathoners passing the Rijksmuseum last Sunday, with a few of the last marathoners also reaching the last couple miles…
My farewell ode to Vondelpark (A’dam’s most famous and tourist-beloved park) and its open air theater, since I moved away from its immediate vicinity more than two months (!!) ago already, and am now taking my sunny-moment or end-of-work-from-home-day strolls in the lakeside Sloterpark further north and west.
So after a very careful study of the map against this photo, I have concluded that I can at last legitimately add at least the category “Zeeland” to my blog, even though I’ve not yet been on the ground in Zeeland. (It’s now the only province in the Netherlands that I haven’t at least passed through in a train or car, and most I’ve now done some real activities such as overnights, culture, tennis, performances, museums, etc.) I’m confident that the land on the left is the beginning of Zeeland, as you head south, while the area on the far right under the wing-tip of the airplane is the end of Zuid Holland, just south of the port of Rotterdam which I showed you in a previous post from this flight back to A’dam from Geneva. If you also choose to study the map as I just did, you’ll no doubt agree that the image below, taken less than two minutes before the one above, shows the fingers of land just south, also in Zeeland – which, if you do study the map, you’ll notice is really a lot of peninsulas and islands between the various channels of water that represent the main end of what would be the delta of the Rhine, if the Dutch hadn’t been engineering it for centuries.
Given how much shorter the days are becoming here in the north now that we’re past the solstice, I figure I’ll have a chance to catch more city-lights photos with the long dark nights that’ll fill the coming six months :-/, so I can spare two in one post. As I mentioned in an earlier post, the apartment I’m now in gives me lovely views at all hours from high above the city – including these shots from mid-August, with a sliver of moon and the earliest glimmers of dawn before sunrise.
My farewell ode to Vondelpark (A’dam’s most famous and tourist-beloved park) and its open air theater, since I moved away from its immediate vicinity more than two months (!!) ago already, and am now taking my sunny-moment or end-of-work-from-home-day strolls in the lakeside Sloterpark further north and west.
(so much world, so little time....) 