Back in the Netherlands

Cannot say home sweet home, we feel a bit out of sync without a home in the Netherlands, but it is nice to be able to shop!
The flight went well. It started off with a flight from Kigali to Entebbe (Kampala) by Rwandair. We had a delay of an hour because some official was late, this is the misplaced flexibility Rwandair is renowned for. Because of this we saw hardly anything of the airport. A lady waited for us and wrote down the names and luggage numbers and made sure our luggage was sent onwards. It was a bit worrysum that she went of with our passports for half an hour, but we were with about eight, so we at least were not alone in this situation. We followed the lady up the elavator that is not working for nearly a year now, and boarded as last people the plane.

The flight takes eight and a half hours, which sounds just about right for a night flight. Unfortunately there is very little time left to actually sleep. You take on, get a drink, after half an hour you get a huge meal, then you watch a film, because sleeping after a meal doesn't work. At least an hour before you land they wake you up for breakfast.
So just after six o'clock we had our breakfast, had landed and got our luggage and were ready to drive off in our hire car. It is not our habit to be up this early on a Saturday. My parents were very surprised that we woke them up when we arrived in Markelo, before eight in the morning.

We did some shopping in the lively centre of Markelo. Just to set the setting for outsiders, my parents live at the edge of Markelo and it takes five minutes to walk to the centre, the 'locals' still look surprised if they here another language then their own (this includes Dutch). So we spend a reasonable amount in the local supermarket on the weirdest things, needless to say this does not make an average shopping trolly. After this we needed a nap to be ready for our Dutch meal and vla and of course the football game. The game turned more into babysitting then watching, it is hard work making four children watch a game quietly. As the photo shows they were well prepared, a shame that it didnot help.

Sunday we went for our anticonception visit; my sister with four children. The two oldest boys (9 and 8) were doing a survival run, this five km run includes a lot of obstacles: climbing over nets, running through mud, hanging on ropes etc. We supported them by standing at the side and cycling along. We took a wrong turn so had to wait at one of the last obstacles for a long time. By the time they arived there the heavens opened and we were soaking wet within minutes.

We quickly went to the finish where we had some dry clothes. Luckily the weather was nice so the rest also dried reasonably quickly, still we wanted to get home quickly. My sister told me the way, unfortunately she neglected to mention one turn and I took a guess, a wrong guess of course, so because I was too stubburn to look at the map we had an extra touristic tour of several km. In true Cruyf style we turned this disadvantage into an advantage by stopping for a 'broodje kroket'. A 'kroket' is a typical product that theoretically contains meat and is good in its badness, hope this clears things up.