Netherlands: Cycling

"You are becoming Dutch!"
The reply of a colleague when I told him about our new means of transportation:

However, I believe you can only claim the title of being Dutch once you can balance the following on your bicycle - and do it with a smile and without breaking a sweat:

(Pictures from Stuff Dutch People Like)

We are still allowed to leave our houses in the Netherlands because "een frisse neus halen kan" (you are still allowed to get a breath of fresh air). Therefore my husband and toddler go for a cycle most weekday mornings while I work from home. They return with stories of beautiful views and interesting sightings (my husband) and tales of freezing fingers and disappearing "padkos" (my toddler). Food, which of course, we never packed in the first place out of fear of corona contamination.

Dedicated cycling routes cover the whole country and, as a bonus, the Netherlands is (mostly) flat! You therefore have numerous, safe cycling options to explore every nook and cranny of this country - and neighbouring countries too. There are so many websites where you can plan or follow a pre-planned cycling routes: Route.nl, Fietsersbond Roeteplanner, Nederland Fietsland, and Bikemap, just to name a few.

Now that the days are getting longer and sunnier (the sun is already setting noticeably later than 3 weeks ago when we arrived), and cycling routes and quaint neighbouring towns are beckoning, the following words are quite apt in light of our current quarantined state and Daylight Saving Time starting this weekend:

(This weekend the clock moves forward. I don't know exactly by how much, but I hope by two months). 

Food for thought: Either my translation skills are not adequate, or this is simply funnier in Dutch :) 

Am I starting to understand Dutch jokes?!!

Netherlands: River Strolls

It may be cold, you may not have seen the sun for days, and your shoes may be soaked by the freezing rain. But when you take a stroll along a river in the Netherlands, none of that really matters. Because! You're taking a stroll along a river!

The fact that you are taking the stroll because you have to complete yet another set of admin, and you don't yet have another method of transportation other than your own two feet, is a discussion for another rainy day.

For now, I'll just enjoy the river. And the rain.

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I started writing the above blog message 10 days ago when we were still able to enjoy these river walks without too much concern. 

After a team-building event in Belgium on 11 March (because, in Europe, it's clearly not unusual to drive to a neighbouring country after work to spend time with family, friends or colleagues) our mobility has become very limited due to COVID-19.

Since 12 March I have been working from home and my family has only stepped out to enjoy the lovely sunny (but still freezing!) weather for strolls in quieter areas and parks.

But, these river strolls are still lovely - even more so in these uncertain times and while having to stay 1.5 m away from others. My hope is that soon, once this disaster has passed, we will be able to enjoy many more river strolls like these. 

South Africa: Admin... Netherlands: Admin

The most difficult part about moving to a new country is the admin. OK, the admin and getting rid of your house, car, and furniture... only having to replace it all again in a few weeks, in a country where everything is ten times more expensive. And where you have to purchase it in a foreign language where words like "lattenbodem" and "ledikant" suddenly need to form part of your vocabulary. Where you no longer have a bakkie to transport it with. And where it rains constantly, therefore even if you do find a bakkie (which you won't), it will be impossible to use it, because all your belongings will become soaking wet. Did I mention that you also now have to drive on the right side of the road when transporting your items, which is the wrong side, when you come from South Africa? And that everything has to be hoisted x storeys high, because you now live in an apartment and no longer in a house on the “begane grond” level.

But, before you can dive into any of the above-mentioned fun, there is is the admin. Because, in the Netherlands, before you can have or do anything, you first need to open a bank account. And before you can open a bank account, you need a BSN number. And before you can get that, you need a verblijfsvergunning, which takes several weeks and consists of several sub-processes and sub-sets of sub-processes and approvals of pre-approvals.

In January 2020 our admin process(es) started. Together with The Major House Clean-Up. Luckily, my husband dove straight into The Major House Clean-Up, which involved selling our house, selling our furniture, packing the remaining belongings, shipping the belongings, cleaning out the rest of our house and garage, donating what we could, and selling our cars. Not to mention transferring or stopping all our monthly subscriptions and payments. Yes, it was a full-time job of epic proportions.

Concurrently, I was handling the admin linked to my working visa and our residence permits. I won't bore you with the details, but I had a checklist of 113 tasks to complete in South Africa (anything from "find a house" to "legalise original birth certificate in maiden surname by obtaining apostille stamp from DIRCO" and anything in-between). Depressingly I have another 67 tasks to still complete here in the Netherlands.

My husband's last day of work was 2 weeks before I was planning to depart for the Netherlands. I finished 1 week before my departure, and I can honestly say that we worked harder in those last weeks while "on holiday" than we did in any of the weeks before. It happened often that we would start with a sentence and then trail off, forgetting what we were saying, because our minds were so preoccupied with the remaining 74 things to do. Throughout the process we also had to take little leaps of faith and calculated (i.e. nail-bitingly stressful) risks: putting our house on the market, resigning from our current jobs, signing a long-term apartment lease in the Netherlands, etc. I departed for the Netherlands and started at my new job in a new country while my husband and toddler's visas were still being processed back in South Africa.

And, after being in the Netherlands for a week, I have a verblijfsvergunning, but still no BSN and still no bank account.. and therefore still very little of anything else. Why? Because, when I made the appointment at the Gemeente (municipality, not church) and explained in Dutch (yes, Dutch!) that "Ik wil graag een afspraak maken om bij de Gemeente in te schrijven”, the gentleman on the phone assured me (in Dutch!) that "het is prima" and that he was making an appointment for me as we speak.
However, when I showed up at the Gemeente for my appointment, they had no record of me ever phoning! So either my Dutch was so horrifically incomprehensible and my understanding of our 7-minute Dutch phone conversation so horribly misguided, that no appointment had ever been made. Or the friendly Dutch gentleman simply forgot to save my appointment in their system.

Have I mentioned that once you finally manage to secure an appointment for any given step in the process, and have all your (apostilled) documents in order, you often have to wait another 1-3 weeks for the information to be mailed to you, so that you can proceed to the next step?
Yes, actual mail - the kind on paper which gets delivered to a postbox by a mailman outside your home.

This is how it goes in a new country. You might have all the documents, enthusiasm and optimism you need, but because you have to follow the subscribed processes, it is very likely that you won’t be able to do anything until a certain point in the very distant future. Which can be concerning if you have to do something important. Like eat. I have discovered that several grocery stores only accept a Dutch or European debit card... And in order to apply for one, I need a bank account. And to get a bank account...

In the meantime, I can simply write about all the admin I still need to do. Because I’m still waiting for my very first letter to kick-off all the rest of the processes and sub-processes (which might take 1 or perhaps 3 weeks). And only then can I apply for a bank account and only then can I arrange a wifi connection, which is needed to publish this blog post.

So... if you get to read this within the first month of my arrival in the Netherlands, it’s an absolute miracle at this stage!

South Africa: Summer December Holidays

I haven’t added any new blog posts for years, simply because my life was back home. Back in South Africa, where everything was normal and familiar and I could talk to family and friends to tell them about my trials and tribulations, instead of writing them down from afar.

What is my normal in South Africa?
A brick house which is too hot in summer and too cold in winter, but where aircon and heaters are rarely used due to the fact that someone’s grandmother started a very effective rumour, a hundred years ago, that they make you sick. A garden, big enough for kids to kick a ball and play hide-and-seek in. Grass which constantly needs TLC due to being too dry or growing too fast or being invaded by an insect or weed. A garage, not used to store a car, but for your husband’s tools and bicycles and camping gear. Endless, cloudless, sunny days with thunderstorms at night. Braais in the garden on weekends or holidays or whenever we feel like it. Prayers in the morning when I drop off my Toddler at school and “op my stoeltjie sit ek nou” in the evenings before dinner. Church on Sundays, followed by a lunchtime braai with family. Swimming and splashing in friends’ pools. Wine every evening with dinner and with big Sunday lunches. Afrikaans at my Toddler’s school, at his friends’ parties, on wedding invitations, in the doctor’s consulting room, at home.

And December holidays in the summer:
Family, friends. The sun, the sea and SPF50 sunscreen. Endless days and laughter. Braaivleis for Christmas and New Years. Wine, champagne, ice creams on the beach, potjiekos and grilled fish caught during the day. A December holiday is a magical month in South Africa, where the Gauteng offices are empty and the beaches and our hearts are full.

This past year, I felt like I appreciated the magic of a summer December even more. Especially since it involved phone calls from the Netherlands, which could change our plans for the year to come completely...

And as I'm writing this post, I am indeed sitting in a different timezone, on a different continent, and in a very different season (figuratively but also literally!). Ice cold raindrops are splashing against the double glazed windows of our new apartment on this Friday evening, after my first week in the Netherlands.

But before I jump too far ahead, I'm going to linger on the memories of a South African summer for a little longer. Even here in the winter of the Northern hemisphere.