Saturday, July 23

I'm starting to doubt that Nicktor is male. Where most men tend to over-estimate the size of anything (I've read this in girly-mags), Nicktor apparently under-estimates. Found this out when he more or less managed to hit the garden-fence with his car (starting at the rear bumper, hitting the whole side of the car, the wing mirror and the front fender). *ouch!* Note to Nicktor:"Yours is wider than you think"

One bruised ego and some silenced giggles later (never over-bruise a friend's ego on the first day he substantially damages his car, there are still years of jokes left to make up for the ones missed on the first day), we spent the day walking the beach, eating pannekoeken, and having a barbecue before we all took off for Renesse for a night out in the town.

Renesse is more or less the Salou or Lloret of the North, for all my readers on the other side of the big pond (Hi Crissy), this means the place you go to on holiday when you're between 14 and 16, drink yourself silly and pass out in your little tent. I had been there 10 years ago (I know, that was at least 2 years late) and it was exactly the same. Drank loads of beer, had fun, failed to fit in the cab back home and got to walk for an hour, with McR and Arjan, while Nicktor apparently was talking sex with the female part of our group.

Girlfriend's photos of the whole weekend to be found here.