Machu Picchu Jungle Trek – Day 3

Like clockwork, we woke to the sound of pounding rain. I know it’s the rainy season and all here in Cusco but couldn’t the Gods hold out for a few days! We had breakfast at the same place as dinner and chowed down on banana pancakes and coffee. After a quick talk about the day’s activities, we loaded our bags into the van and off we went. Today we would start with zip-lining and then hiking for the afternoon to Aguascalientes – Machu Picchu is getting so close!

The drive to the drop-off point was only about 15 minutes and then we had to hike uphill with our entire luggage for about 20 minutes. It was still raining as we crossed a rickety, wooden suspension bridge and hiked further uphill until we were met by another van to take us to zip-lining. It felt like they had just dropped us off for the sake of it because of all the chopping and changing with the vans, but the breaks out of the rain were a nice touch. We reached the zip-lining place within half an hour or so and by then the rain had disappeared and the blue sky had decided to come and play – thank god!

We were harnessed up and shown how the proper techniques for zip-lining before hiking up a small hill to the first starting point. I was a little nervous; this was the longest zip-line in Peru and went right across a massive canyon. I’d zip-lined once before in New Zealand, but that went for about 30 seconds whereas this one was much longer and higher up – I was prayed that the cables were strong! The first few people went and I watched in nervous anticipation as they screamed their way across the canyon. Finally it was my turn and the guide hooked me up to the wire and sent me on my way. Squealing like a small child, I braved opening my eyes and was amazed by the view. No longer afraid, I soaked up the gorgeous scenery as I whizzed by it. Before I could comprehend my nerves, the wire finished and I was at the other end. Eager to do more, I lined up for the next one with the others ready to go again. There were five different wires in total and on each one we could do different things. One had the option of going upside down, which I was too chicken to do but the last one was could lay flat on our stomach like Superman and whiz though the canyon face first. I was having so much fun that we were finished before I knew it.


When you don’t make it all the way on the hipline..

Once everyone had unharnessed and calmed down from their adrenaline rush, we were loaded back into the bus and drove for about 45 minutes until we reached our next destination close to the base of Machu Picchu. The scenery was starting to get totally crazy as the mountains got bigger and bigger. Coming from flat country, I was in constant awe at the size of these mountains – how it is possible is beyond me!

Hello Machu Picchu (well at least the back of it)
Our lunch spot

We lunched at a café and again had another 3-course meal. I was loving all the food despite the loads of carbs, but I figured I’ll be walking it all off so it was fine. After lunch we had to hike uphill for half an hour before we set off on our three-hour hike along the railway. It was a pleasant jaunt; the cool air made lugging a backpack much easier and the sound of the rapid river beside us was calming. I walked in silence with my two housemates for most of the way, only talking to comment on the different changes in scenery. Above us stood the backside of Machu Picchu and it was surreal to think we were so close!

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Butterflies along the trail


By the time we reached the start of Aguascalientes I was definitely sick of hiking. Twenty more minutes uphill and we were right in the centre of this sweet little town. Aguascalientes had a really cool vibe about it and even though I was so tired I still wanted to explore. After a quick shower I met up with some other people and we wandered through the busy streets. It was such a sweet town built around the fast flowing river, the buildings were old and rickety but had a charm about them that I couldn’t get over. We stopped in one of the restaurants for some pre-dinner guacamole, which cost an arm and a leg but tasted so good it was worth it. The townsfolk sure knew how to take advantage of the masses of tourists coming to town; everything was twice the price of Cusco!

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Almost there! One more sleep!

Once we finished the guacamole and played a game or two of Jenga, we wandered through the market and picked up snacks for tomorrow before meeting everyone for dinner. Dinner was another three-course meal except this time I had trout and it was delicioso! After dinner it was an early bedtime because we had to be up at the god-awful hour of 4am for our hike up to Machu Picchu – but I was too excited to sleep!

J. x

Day 2 – Snow, Milford Sound and an adventure for fuel.

With our first travel day done and dusted, we were feeling ready to take on the world. Coffee in hand and Mimi the van packed up tight, we left Te Anu and headed south towards Milford Sound.

The drive to Milford Sound has to be one of the spectacular drives in the world. Firstly you parallel Lake Te Anu, which is the South Island’s largest lake. As you weave through the windy, tree-lined roads you’re spoiled with views of the lake to one side and snowy mountains to the other. It was still quite dark as we drove along and the grey clouds hung low, dispersing every so often to give you a scene that makes you go ‘Wow!’.

Driving towards Milford Sound in the early morning light.
Driving towards Milford Sound in the early morning light.

Withholding the temptation to stop every five minutes to get out and take photos, we cruised along with our deadline of the midday cruise looming before us. Luckily, there’s only one road to Milford, so we can stop all we like on the way back to Queenstown.

As we got closer to Milford, the fog had lifted and the mountains majestically stood before us. The snow was not just capping the mountains but getting closer and closer to the road, making us more and more excited. We turned a corner about 15km from the Homer Tunnel and were greeted by a blanket of snow everywhere. Excited is probably the biggest understatement of the century here as the four of us fan-girled over the fluffy white snow. Finding the first place to stop, we scrambled over each other to be first onto the snow.

Well hey there snow! Nice seeing you here!
Well hey there snow! Nice seeing you here!
The BuchAll's on tour in the snow.
The BuchAll’s on tour in the snow.

Feeling slightly insignificant against the Lord of the Rings-esque surroundings, we played in the snow, taking dorky selfies and having snowball fights. Having a quick panic that we couldn’t drive Mimi through to Milford, we were reassured by a fellow bus driver that the snow chains can stay put away as the roads had been cleared earlier that morning.

We were doing about 15km/hour at this point. The view was too pretty to go any faster.
We were doing about 15km/hour at this point. The view was too pretty to go any faster.

Now cutting it fine with the time, we jumped back in Mimi and drove about 20km/hr through the snowy landscape until we reached the Homer Tunnel. I’d read about the Homer Tunnel but it was nothing like I had expected. Narrow and steep, we put-putted slowly through the tunnel on a downward slant, praying that the brakes wouldn’t fail. It wasn’t until we saw the sunlight peek through from the other end that we took a breath of relief.

This breath however was quickly taken away again as we came out and viewed the hair-pin filled road downhill towards Milford Sound. It was truly a sight I cannot describe. We slowly made our way down, the snow disappearing as we got closer towards the sounds. We made it there with a bit of time to spare so in the car park we fixed a quick lunch and got our stuff organised for the cruise.

The hair pinned road down to Milford Sound
The hair pinned road down to Milford Sound

We checked in at the boat terminal for our three hour Nature Encounter Adventure Cruise and waited until we got the okay to board. Taking a moment to take in our surroundings, we were in awe of the dark navy water enclosed by the huge, sheer snowy glaciers. The clouds had lifted completely and the sky was a rich blue – a perfect day for a cruise. We were told we had lucked out totally, as this was the first clear day after ten days of severe rain and thunderstorms. The boat was relatively empty for what was supposed to be the most popular cruise of the day – ah the joys of travelling in off-peak season!

Milford Sound is a World Heritage Site and it known as New Zealand's most famous tourist destination.
Milford Sound is a World Heritage Site and it known as New Zealand’s most famous tourist destination.
One for the family album - sisters at Milford Sound.
One for the family album – sisters at Milford Sound.
Rainbows caused by waterfalls. After ten days of severe rain and thunderstorms, the waterfalls were ferocious!
Rainbows caused by waterfalls. After ten days of severe rain and thunderstorms, the waterfalls were ferocious!

The cruise went for about three hours and we sailed up the Sound – which technically is a fiord, but Milford Fiord doesn’t quite have the same ring to it – and were gobsmacked by the incredible scenery. Our boat felt so small compared to the looming glaciers beside us and my neck started to cramp from constantly looking up towards to top of the glaciers. Our captain took us up close to the rushing waterfalls and we even witness some fur seals having a snooze on some rocks by the waters edge.

I definitely agree with those who say Milford Sound is the 8th Wonder of the World; it’s just so damn beautiful! Photos don’t do it any justice at all- it has to be seen to be believed.

Day 2 and we're already trying to get rid of someone!
Day 2 and we’re already trying to get rid of someone!
The expected GoPro selfie at Milford.
The expected GoPro selfie at Milford.

Our cruise finished up around 3pm and we wanted to play in the snow before finding a camp spot for the night so we said our goodbyes to Milford Sound, took one last photo and raced back to Mimi and headed back up the mountains. As the day had been practically tropical for this part of the country, by the time we reached where we had stopped this morning the snow has melted and been replaced by spiky yellow grass and rocks. Disappointed, we continued on to find a campsite for the night, hoping that we would come across snow later in the trip. Again, time was going against us and we were racing to see as much as we could before darkness fell upon us.

K, who was a little edgy about our first night freedom camping in the middle of nowhere, saw a sign for emergency fuel and decided we need some, despite having at least half a tank. So we took the little turn down the Hollyford track, praying that there was actually a fuel station somewhere close by.

Now if you haven’t been to Milford Sound, let me try to explain how it works. Every single guide book, travel agent or local will tell you to fill your tank before you leave. There are no fuel stations after you leave Te Anu and the steep mountains can suck fuel out of your van/car much quicker than expected. We also needed fuel for our heater to work, hence why K was so eager to top up of fuel supply to avoid a freezing night. In all our naivety, we assumed that our half tank would require emergency fuel – though after we putted 10km very slowly down a dirt road, we were told by the man at the little shop in Hollyford, that we did not.

The camp where we got our 'much-need' emergency fuel on the Hollyford Track.
The camp where we got our ‘much-need’ emergency fuel on the Hollyford Track.

I’m pretty sure he thought we were a bit stupid so he gave us ten bucks worth of fuel just for our efforts. A little red-faced, we bounced along the rocky track towards the highway probably using up the fuel we just bought, when we came across a suspension bridge over rushing turquoise water.

Skidding to a stop, we jumped out of Mimi and onto the bridge. The azure coloured water was clear and looked ice cold. I don’t know how we didn’t see this on the way down, but were so glad we went for a little adventure down the Hollyford Track.

Our discovery on the Hollyford Track - made us feel a lot better after the embarrassing fuel debacle.
Our discovery on the Hollyford Track – made us feel a lot better after the embarrassing fuel debacle.
Sprung! The girls doing what they do best - selfies
Sprung! The girls doing what they do best – selfies

Getting back to the highway we drove on until we reached Deer Flat. The little clearing was desolate and quiet. The only noise you could hear was the rushing water of the stream about fifty metres away. Even in the darkness of the afternoon, the mountains surrounding us were clearly visible and just stunning. It was the definition of serenity. We set up camp for the night and got stuck into the wine and cheese again and talked nonsense, which occupied us for most of the night.

Next stop is Queenstown where we check into the resort town for a day or two and plan our next adventures.

J. x

Euro Roadtrip (Part 3) – Plitvice Lakes and Budapest

Our trip was moving along quicker than we liked and before we knew it, it was Friday. We had one last stop in Croatia before heading back to Hungary and as hard as it was to leave Baška, I was excited to see more of the country. The drive to Plitvice Lakes was the longest we had done and the windy road through small Croatian towns was slightly monotonous and boring. We were both impatient to get to the Lakes and having to slow down in each town that were so small, by the time you slowed down you were through but eventually we got to Plitvice, just as the rain started to come down. We ate some snacks in the car and waited for the rain to cease but eventually got our Dutch on and braved it. With our luck though, by the time we bought our tickets the rain has disappeared and we were set for a perfect afternoon.

The natural phenomenon that is Plitvice Lakes is the oldest national park in South East Europe. Close to the border of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Plitvice Lakes are famous for their sixteen lakes that cascade down each other. The water is remarkably clear, and depending on the quality of the minerals and organisms in the water and the angle of sunlight, the water colour can range from azure to green, or grey and blue. Its forbidden to swim in the lakes, which help keep the water clean and in their natural state. In 1979, the Plitvice Lakes National Park was added to the UNESCO World Heritage List, as one of the first natural sites registered worldwide. It is one of Croatia’s most popular tourist attractions and as IB and I learned, filled with tourist groups all flocking to see this natural wonder.

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We spent the first part of our walk through the National Park playing tag with a Hungarian tour group of about forty people. It was a slow process with the narrow wooden planks they use for paths being held up by people wanting a perfect photo with the lakes. We managed to pass them eventually enjoying the serenity and peacefulness that surrounded us. The water is incredibly clear, to the point of being transparent. There has been little development to the area, the paths were wooden planks that actually overflowed with water at times and there are no high tech railings to stop you from going in. I can only imagine the amount of people that fall in the water each year, especially with pushy Euro’s trying to get past each other. In the busiest parts, it was every man for themselves. Unlike the friendliness you receive in Australia, not so much as a smile is given when you let people past, let alone a thank-you here in Euroville. Apart from pushy Euro’s the whole place was beautiful I could have spent a lot longer there. Funnily enough, my Mum actually travelled to these same lakes back when Croatia was called Yugoslavia. She always told tales of how her and her sister illegally camped with some Swedish men at these beautiful lakes, it was only when I showed her photos that we realised it was the same place!

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By the time we walking around the lakes and getting slightly lost, we reached the car and set out finding a bed for the night. It was nearing 8pm when we drove out and we were not only homeless but starving. Again our good luck came through again and we found a supermarket that had five minutes left to closing time so we raced around grabbing food for dinner and starting stuffing our faces as we pondered where to stay. The windy roads to Plitvice Lakes are littered with little home stays and camping grounds so we had a large choice. Vila Hodak was our chosen place for the night and we knocked on the door still with our mouths full of muesli. A little Croatian woman who seemed to be fluent in every language except English answered and with IB’s rough German, we scored a room for fifteen euros. We must have looked like total ferals, with our frizzy hair and chewing loudly on muesli but I think the lady took pity on us as she was more than helpful with giving us everything we needed. We settled into our room and laid out a picnic on the floor and watched television until passing out in the comfiest bed I’ve slept in.

Waking the next morning to pouring rain, IB and I reluctantly got ready to leave Croatia and head towards Hungary. We said goodbye to the little Croatian lady, thanking her for her home and jumped in the car bound for Nagykanizsa. It was a slow trip, with the heavy rain and windy roads but once we reached the motorway we were in Hungary before we knew it. Pulling up at IB’s mothers house around 2pm, we were greeted by her Mum who was so relived that we had survived the past week. IB’s Mum didn’t speak a word of English but she was the sweetest lady in the entire world. She had cooked us a Hungarian feast, complete with delicious biscuits to have with our coffee. She insisted we eat everything so IB and I rolled out the door with food triplets when we had to catch the bus back to Budapest. Before we leaft, her Mum gave us a little present and told me I was welcome back anytime. I was sold. Totally overwhelmed by her generosity and hospitality, it made me realise not every European is pushy and rude. If I could have fitted IB’s Mum in my backpack I would have, she is an absolute gem. We said our goodbyes, (mine in very terrible Hungarian) and she waved us off as the bus departed from the station. IB and I slept most of the three hour journey back to Budapest and reached the beautiful city around 7pm. We bought some wine and caught the bus to IB’s friends house where we got ready for a night out in Budapest. The last time I was here, I didn’t really have a big night out so I was eager to suss out the nightlife as I had heard it can get pretty crazy.

We met with IB’s friend B and our first bar for the night was tourist hotspot Szimpla Kert. Known to foreigners as the best bar in Budapest, Szimpla Kert is a pretty fantastic place. It is the messiah of ruin bars, with walls scribbled with jottings from people passing by, old furniture, mismatched decor and most of all, its located in an old run-down building. Being a first time ruin bar go-er, I was amazed at the place, it was just so cool. Though IB told me its mainly for tourists, the best bars were the ones you only find locals in. Intrigued, we downed a few Hungarian speciality shots known as Pàlinka, which was like drinking medicine and moved onto our next place. Kolor is the exact opposite of Szimpla. A much classier establishment, this bar seemed to be popular with very important and very good looking people. Another one of IB’s friends joined us and we had another Hungarian shot and mingled with some Germans on a bucks night. It was past midnight when we moved onto our next bar and Kuplung was a cool outdoor bar with colourful lanterns hanging through the trees. An old car repairs shop, Kuplung is actually Hungarian for ‘clutch’ and IB knew some of the bartenders there. We grabbed a drink and chatted for awhile before deciding it was time to visit Instant, which I must admit, is the coolest place I’ve ever been to. Another ruin bar, Instant is a crazy kaleidoscope of madness. There are twenty-three rooms in this abandoned residential building, with six bars and four dance floors. I think we only saw a quarter of what Instant had to offer but it was insane enough. Sweaty people dancing to techno that pulsates at your temples, with a herd of plastic bunnies floating above you, or a giant disco ball in the shape of a pig. Drinks are ridiculously cheap and flow freely. Needless to say, once we stepped into the bizarre world of Instant, our night because very foggy. We emerged from the building when daylight hit and if I could have repeated it again, I would have. Budapest certainly lives up to its reputation for incredible nightlife.

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Our intentions of having a full day sightseeing around Budapest were crushed due to our extremely late night(well, morning) and it was about 2pm by the time we faced the world again, albeit with a ripper hangover. Having already seen most of the big things in Budapest like Castle Hill, the Citadel and Chain Bridge, I was more than happy to wander the streets and just enjoy being in this ancient city. We walked towards St Stephens Basilica which is jaw-droppingly beautiful and grabbed a coffee from Starbucks, which would hopefully bring us to life. We continued walking through the city until we reached my absolute favourite building, Parliament House. This enormous piece of architecture just sits beside the Danube River, all cool as casual. Its like the Morgan Freeman of architecture. Effortlessly cool, no matter how old it is and you can’t help but like it. For a big white piece of stone, its pretty bloody badass. And I love it. We walked across the Margaret Bridge to Margaret Island where we laid on the grass under the sun and watched the water fountain dance to the music that played every hour. Summoning up enough energy we walked through the park to a little animal farm where we saw some cranky ponies, peacocks and crazy looking chickens. IB told me she had a secret spot to show me with an epic view, so me being big on views, happily agreed to go there. We stopped by a shop to pick up some cheese and bikkies before trekking up the steep, rocky path on the Buda side of the Danube and eventually made it to a small lookout with an awesome view of the Pest cityscape. Timing it perfectly with the sun beginning to go down, my good pal Parliament was a sight for sore eyes as we munched on our biscuits. Perched on top of that hill I had another one of those “What is my life?” moments. Seriously, I can’t believe I’m ten months into being in Europe, and my second time to this city. Even the me in my dreams is amazed at what I’m doing.

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As the sun dropped lower we walked down the hill towards Batthyany tér for a final look at Parliament House and the view that I have grown to love. We headed back over to the Pest side where we had some homemade lemonade at another funky cafe, Csendes, which is just another reason why I love this city so much. Similar to the ruin bar theme, this run-down cafe is chock-a-block full of random things, writing on the walls and a bath used as seats – and this only describes one corner of the place. You could visit Csendes a hundred times and still find something different. Two of IB’s friends joined us and I wasn’t fazed over them chattering in Hungarian because I was mesmerised by the decor and crazy things people had drawn and written on the walls. Still knackered from our mammoth effort the previous night, we retired for home around 11pm. Both of us were flying out tomorrow and truthfully, not wanting to go back to Holland is the biggest understatement of the year but unfortunately au pair duties were calling and we had a real life (sort of) to attend to.

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The following morning we woke early, said goodbye to IB’s friend who had kindly let us crash in her apartment and had coffee at Fekete, a hole in the wall cafe just around the corner from Csendes. Enjoying our last moments in Budapest IB and I walked past the Szabo Ervin Library, which IB says is a must visit when I return. Having Googled the place I could only agree with her statement. We continued towards the Museum of Applied Arts which is a wonderful green roofed building that is almost like an Indian Temple. It was here that I said my goodbyes to IB and jumped on the metro to the airport, with much regret that our road trip had come to an end.

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I returned back to a surprisingly sunny Den Haag a few hours later and as usual the post holiday blues kicked in before I even walked into the house. The past week I have spent in cities I can’t pronounce with people I can’t understand. Things I’ve seen on my computer screen came to life and I ticked off several more things on my bucket list. It was an awesome week and I feel so fortunate to have made a friend like IB who was generous enough to show me her part of the world (and drive me around!). The one thing I have learnt from this trip is to not underestimate the kindness of others. The world might seem like a big, bad scary place, but if you give it a chance, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.


From the girl who wants to live in Budapest’s Parliament House and go to Instant Bar every night.

J. x

A Dutch Easter – Deel Een (Part 1)

While this isn’t my first Easter away from my family, it doesn’t get any easier to spend it away from the those who mean the most to you. Skyping home where a mini family reunion was being held was a bittersweet experience as I was so happy to be overseas in Europe, but at the same time sad because I wasn’t with my family. However I banished the blues by eating bulk chocolate and spending my Easter with my friend B who I was playing tour guide for, showing off my adopted country.

B flew in on Thursday evening and I met him at Rotterdam Centraal Station. We found our accommodation, The Grand Central Hotel and dropped our bags off before venturing out into the city of Rotterdam. I have been to Rotterdam only twice before and both times it was bypassing the city to go to Primark for a shopping expedition, so I was pretty unfamiliar with the place. We wandered around the centre of Rotterdam as the sun went down, going nowhere in particular. Before we knew it, it was 10pm at night and we hadn’t had dinner. Most places were closed for the night so we resorted to some McDonalds before heading back to our hotel.

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The next morning we woke and took serious advantage of the free breakfast. The weather was typically Dutch and the rain was sporadically dumping down, though we didn’t let that stop us from exploring. First stop was the Cube Houses which I had heard so much about, yet had not seen them. We grabbed a quick coffee and then walked a bit further towards the water where we could see the distinctive yellow buildings and unusual design. These pieces of innovative architecture were designed and constructed by architect Piet Blom. The concept revolved around ‘living as an urban roof’, or high density houses with sufficient space on the ground level. Blom had the idea to tilt the traditional cube of a house 45 degrees and have it rest on a hexagonal pole. As well as the unique design, this idea is supposed to represent an abstract forest, where each house represents a tree and when connected to its neighbour, they become a sea of trees in a yellow, manufactured forest. There are 38 cube houses in the area where residents subside. There is also a StayOkay hostel where you ca experience living in this unusually shaped buildings or if you aren’t staying the night – there is a ‘show cube’ where you can walk through and see the designs up close. I was impressed by the concept and the odd designs were very cool however I don’t think I could live in one. You have to watch your head all the time because of the slant in the roof and the stairs are rather narrow and steep. Not so ideal for a klutz like myself.

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We continued on from the Cube Houses down to the water where we saw the Erasmus Bridge. The 802-metre long bridge connects the northern and southern regions of Rotterdam. Much like a lot of Rotterdam’s architecture, it is  unique and well ahead of its time. The bridge has the nickname of ‘The Swan’ due to the 139-metre high asymmetrical pylon giving the bridge a somewhat graceful, swanlike appearance. We walked along, searching for the Waterbus to take us to the Kinderdijk however being Good Friday it was not running today so we resorted to catching a train and bus to the world famous UNESCO site. As we walked towards the train station we wandered through the streets of Rotterdam and I noticed it was filled with interesting art and graffiti and quirky shops and cafes. Rotterdam claims to be a ‘young, dynamic, international city with a passionately beating heart’ and while overall it looks like a big industrial city, as you delve further in, it becomes a very fascinating place to visit. 

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The Kinderdijk took about forty-five minutes to reach from Rotterdam, enough time for B to have a sneaky nap. The rain had stopped but the wind was blowing a gale, even more at the Kinderdijk where the 19 massive windmills where spinning furiously. We took the 4.50€ boat tour down the canal which was pleasant and full of photo opportunities. This took about half an hour and afterwards we walked down the path to the first lot of windmills so we could get a closer look. Most of the windmills are still in use and lived in by locals. It was a very pretty area and another thing to tick off the list, though the bitterly cold wind made for a brief trip as we jumped back on the bus to the train station for a our next journey to Amsterdam where we were staying for the next two nights.

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Stayed tuned for Amsterdam antics and living it up (literally) in The Hague Sky Tower.

J. x

Kinderdijk, The Netherlands

Kinderdijk, The Netherlands

The Kinderdijk is a village in the Netherlands that is world famous for the windmills. They are the largest concentration of old windmills in Holland. There are 19 windmills in total and most are still in use. It was named a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997. Kinderdijk is Dutch for ‘Children’s dike’ and legend has it that it was named this after the Grote Hollandse Waard flood in 1421. Apparently after the storm finished, someone went to the area to see if anything could be saved. What they found in the water was a wooden cradle floating with a cat jumping back and forth on it to keep it balanced and afloat. As they got closer they discovered there was a baby sleeping soundly inside it. This folktale had been published as ‘The Cat and the Cradle.’ This however, has nothing to do with the famous song originally by Harry Chapin released in 1974.

One of the windmills is a museum called the Museummolen and there is also a visitor centre onsite with lots of information. You can hire a bike to ride around the windmills or catch a boat down the canals. Word of advice, go in the summer months, it’s bloody windy there and while the dark storm clouds are good for dramatic photos, it’s not so enjoyable. However Dutch weather is notoriously unpredictable so if you get good weather you are very lucky!

The Kinderdijk is one of the most famous tourist attractions in the Netherlands and is definitely well worth the visit. I mean, where else in the world will you see 19 windmills in one small area!?

J. x



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