I’m on a boat, m*%#^%fu*@#r!

(Disclaimer: I'm uploading this from a MacDonalds WiFi, it's to slow to upload photo's.  I will do so when I have a chance.  For now, just use your imagination.)

 So I continue my tradition of writing from moving vehicles, though this was is at the sedate pace of 6kms an hour, at below, rather than above, sea level.  Most of Holland is, in fact, below sea level, necessitating complex series of dykes and lockes that keep the North Atlantic from pouring in and drowning everyone.  Cousin Tim is steering with his feet (see photo) an Kat is reading a book about Cleopatra from my lap.  The radio is playing some godawful Dutch dance music, (they love that s#%t here.) and everyone else is on the boat forecastle, watching the ducks and geese swarm for food and the cute little Dutch houses float past.  At this sedate pace, we’ll make Amsterdam, 30kms away, by nightfall, even though we started at nine thirty this morning.  Canal boat is not the best means of travel if you are in a hurry.  Our party is split into the three boats, the imposing Naarden, filled with the cool, hip young crowd of cousins, the luxurious Maarken, with the elder Van Lieshout men, (John and Henk) and the stodgy, struggling Woeden, with the boring oldies.  We, being the leaders and captains of industry of tomorrow, and leading the way, with the others behind. 

We whiled away the morning on deck, drinking tea, eating crackers with liverwurst and cheese and generally having a relaxing time  I’ve generously offered to cook my famous spaghetti bolognaise for dinner.  Should be interesting, cooking in a tiny boat kitchen for eleven people.  We’ve already gone through a lock, which is pretty cool, and about three drawbridges, which can be a little nervewracking.  Not half as much as the bridge we just went under, which didn’t open.  We had a good five millimetres of clearance though, so it was all good. 

Short entry for now, I’ll do another when the mood strikes.  I’d love some more comments, so get your write on and TELL ME stuff.  Whats the goss back in Australia?  I love you guys, BUT F&CK YOU!  But seriously, I love you all.  SHUDDUP, F#@K YOU!

Adam and Kat out. 

“Never thought I’d be on boat.  Never thought I’d see the day, a big boat coming my way.  I’m on a boat, I’m on a boat, take a good hard look at the motherf&#$ing boat….”