The Undutchables (Amsterdam, Netherlands)

Goede dag

My news are getting rarer as your comments/replies/feedback are decreasing as well as my new destinations. I finally made it to Amsterdam! And wow! It was everything we have heard of Amsterdam, and yet so much more. It made me think and wonder how come the Dam is so different if the Dutch are so conservative and the whole experience was just made interesting. I'll cut to the chase and share my experience. Two South Africans and one Thai crew joined me into my urban excursion while we were waiting for Petra (my very good friend from South Africa) to finish work and join us later.
So:
-We saw public male urinals in the middle of a sidewalk. It is just a stand and men pee there openly. I couldn't believe it. According to Petra, they tried a more closed-off version for females, which unfortunately turned into a cubicle for horny druggies
-The Red Light District is so open, we just 'stumbled' upon the area. Yes, it's actually like a shopping window and girls are displaying themselves cutely to passing men. I took my new camera with it's superzoom, and 'stole' a photo before we got into the area. It's highly prohibited, although no signboards saying so. I guess it's just common sense. But isn't weed illegal?
-The city is surrounded by canals and bridges and I kept thinking we were walking in circles. It was beautiful. Also, it being summer, the sun supplied us with perfect weather and only went down after 10pm
- People smoke weed on the sidewalk and the smell lingers in the air all over the city. That's just strange. Walking in a modern city where weed is legal. How is that even so? Also, there are many weed and seed shops, museums, information centres and 'colleges'.
- I've never seen so many bicycles/cyclists in my life!!! Thousands are parked everywhere, and they are old and not looked after well. It sounds like the only thing that gets stolen often in Amsterdam. It's quite frightening dodging fast cyclists, trams, buses, cars and other pedestrians. As a biker myself (in a crazy place like Dubai), I'm afraid to take on the engineless two wheels in a place like Amsterdam.

- We had pancakes for lunch - Dutch style. They put bacon and cheese, spinach or whatever is on the menu, on a pancake. I ordered in Afrikaans. Being brought up as a South African, it just tasted wrong. I kept wondering where the cinnamon sugar was. We had Heineken also throughout the day. It's originally from Amsterdam
- Meeting up with Petra was just fantastic!! Her Dutch is fluent by now and it was awesome to hear her talk to the locals. She is such a great mind and so easy to hang out with. We went to the massive iAm-sterdam sign and hanged around for a bit and ended the day with a lovely, chatty dinner.


I was lucky enough to catch Dominique (also a good South African friend) in London on my previous layover and went for a healthy vegetarian (she turned vegetarian also) picnic in Hyde Park sporting pink and red sunglasses that I acquired for our outing, haha. She will be touring Eurasia on her vespa!

Anyway, coming back to the Dutch and our history and orange - I don't know why South Africans would refer to it as their Fatherland or think that they can speak Dutch. I felt no connection and there are no similarities to the culture. The Dutch did make me feel very short though, hehe.

Nog een prettige dag toegewenst
Totziens
Alta

Borneo to be wild (Sarawak, Borneo)

Selamat datang

I am glad to be able to share another intense and spiritual journey with you, the one I just returned from. I remember very well, in 2003, embarrassed that I knew nothing of the world, I spent my days in the library picking up books about countries, cultures and languages (as I never paid attention in Geography and History class in school) One of the many books I picked up then, was called BORNEO, and it became a dream to be in one of its villages. I never put energy into it and never thought about it again. Then I 'randomly' (yeah right) met Wellena, a village girl from Borneo, and I shyly asked her to be my friend (I haven't done this since I was 10?) We cooked for each other every now and then in order to meet up, as she just 'happened' to live in the same building as I. I, 'coincidentally', had leave on the days she was going to have her engagement ceremony....I 'miraculously' got on a overbooked flight with a standby ticket. This was clearly meant to be. And....so I went
Borneo is the 3d largest island in the world, basically between/amongst Indonesia and Malaysia - and at the same time the island is divided between Indonesia, Malaysia and Brunei. The island has a typical jungle feeling to it, lush green bushes, ferns and big forest trees, lakes and green bushy mountains.

Her friends immediately took me in as their own and treated me with warmth. By the end of the first night, I could sing most karaoke songs fluently in Malay (Iban, to be exact), lol!!! The next day was the big one. Went to her village, which is a 2-hours drive from Kuching. Kuching is the capital of the East Malaysian state of Sarawak. Once there, I watched how many village women cook and prepare for the night's celebration. I instantly fell in love with Wellena's grandma, who reminded me of my own, which took me back to my childhood and my hometown and how I came about being the person I really am (i was fortunate enough to experience the real old Afrikaans tradition through my granny). Also, a part of me felt Malay. I connected with all 300 ppl that night and my job was to walk around with a 1,8 L btl of local spirits (langkau) and offer it to everyone individually. I was given TWO of these bottles. People were allowed to negotiate, and sometimes I couldn't get out of one, and I basically had a shot for every 10th person, lol!! This was a part of the tradition. After my job was done (labeled: the sadong girl), I grabbed one of the old aunties by the hand, and we opened the dancefloor. One local song came up and everyone was doing the line dance (remember Achy Breaky Heart??) I joined right in. People were AMAZED that I knew their local song's dance, hahahaha (they obviously thought they had started it). The end of the night, everyone was drunk(including me), and Wellena's dad and grandma became my own:) It was one of the most amazing experiences to me to be a part of all of this. I had no judgement, no complaints, just simple observations. Wellena said that's what she loved about me and therefore she never apologize for her family. I cried. I remembered that she, at first, tried to convince me to rather come to the wedding in France (her fiance is French, many people assumed therefore I must be his family friend, as we were the only whities there) but I would never even think twice about my options.
My dream came true, and it's one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I am being blessed endlessly and I am in joy.

Then off we went to Gunung Gading National Park to go see the rafflesia - the world's biggest, smelly and carnivorous flower only found in Borneo and that only lives for a few days. Anti-climax sorry, we were misinformed as the flower died the day before already:( So, we went back to Kuching, where I saw the cat museum, haha (Kuching means cat) and I spontaneously decided to go back to Dubai - so a nice weekend for me in Borneo, all turned out super. I have no idea how it was possible, but I got on a overbooked flight again - as in 30 ppl overbooked. Even the crew couldn't believe it. To surprise Param when I got home. He was still up @6am and speechless when I walked in. Yes, Param has been staying with me for 2 months now. We will probably always be together or find ways to make it work. Boer maak 'n plan, as he says......

May you all realize your dreams and know that anything indeed is possible. I wish you a wonderful day and look forward to your replies

Big hug,
me

Ps. there are soooo many more Malay words in Afrikaans than just piesang... it's funny:)

tripoli to Libya (Tripoli, Libya)

Hey guys,

while I wait to get the photos from the adventure I just returned from, I'll send you a little bit of news about Tripoli in the country Libya - North Africa.
Not much to say.... to me it had the same vibe as Morocco, perhaps even more boring. It was an interesting experience as a woman, to hear men shouting from passing cars - but like crazy shouting, something hysterical, a bit mental. In my mind, I was wondering what was wrong with these people, until my accompanying friend told me it was for me, gosh, then I became aware of it all. And cool enough, my friend just happened to be someone I've been going on random bike runs with and whom I'd hang out at the bikeraces. Met him through a friend, and he got pulled out on my flight last minute (he's crew as well)


We went strolling, exploring some streets and then at night a few of us went looking for a local restaurant where they had baby camel on the menu:(
We smoked some shisha, saw few loose Roman ruins and went back to our hotel, which is probably the best looking building in the whole city. There are photos of Kadafi everywhere.

Ja, and that's it.

Thank you for all the awesome birthday wishes. I had a ball. Picnic on the beach and then a "P" party - I came as a prisoner, haha

Next newsletter on it's way shortly.
Be well and be happy,

Alta

going, Goa, gone! (India)

Alo!

The end of the year is excitingly close as another brilliant year awaits us. Allow me to share my experience in Goa with you.

So.... I went to Goa, South/West India to do the yoga teacher training course by an Australian company. We stayed at a stunning tropical retreat center surrounded by beautiful nature, in fact my hut/shack was right next to the river and I brushed my teeth and showered everyday overlooking this (had no window, just a hole in the bathroomhut) and went to bed hearing crickets, frogs croak and sometimes rain, and then waking to the sound of birds. Food was lovingly prepared (onion-and garlic-free) by a Nepalese kitchen team, all vegetarian and healthy, and we drank filtered water from the well. Meals were shared with an amazing bunch of bright and open-minded people sharing a common passion - the love of yoga, health, life and nature. I was in paradise once again! Class started at 6am every morning and the last lecture ended at 20h30. Yes, looong, sweaty, intense days. Sometimes when we got the chance, we would gulf down our lunch quickly and go for a dip in the ocean (which was like a 50ms walk over the slender wooden bridge that crosses the river) We learned so much, my head was spinning and I felt like a beginner in yoga (even though I've been doing yoga for almost 5 years) We were teaching public classes and being assessed already on the 4th day. There were 3 programs, and in the teacher training, we were 8 students. We bonded so well with each other including the teachers, it was all very wonderful! We celebrated the end of the course with a drum circle and dancing on the beach with bonfires. (but the course continues as I am left with lots of assignments and teaching hours before I get certified)

And off I went into the unknown for another 6 days, solo. All I knew is that I wanted to explore Goa. I had a map and an idea. Long story short... I ended up staying in a village in North Goa where there were no other foreigners, just me. The only tourists you saw were the ones riding scooters through this village. I spent my days lazying around, eating, going to the beach, walking and some days my 'driver' (the one whose family house I was staying in) would take me on day trips (i even peeped into Maharashtra, just a ferry ride from Goa, and already the Maharathis were different - dressed differently, different food, different language - isn't India just amazingly endless) Goa feels like another country, not just India. The people are totally laidback, they have a chilled attitude, (like don't worry, be happy), very friendly - they are just different. Goan prawn curry is fantastic, and oh yes, the Goan trance parties are great... even though they are hard to find these days (because the police bans them). I even attended a fashion show party. I did clothing shopping till my money ran out and I had to get some more from my credit card. The clothing there is absolutely awesome, just my style. And very fashionable and stupid cheap. Oh and the architecture is something else, especially the capital city, Panji/Panjim/Paniji - same, same. Goa was ruled by the Portuguese till 1961, so it still has a big Portuguese influence very visible in the architecture and religion. Overall Goa is just absolutely gorgeous, beeeg open beaches, beautiful skies with lots of fluffy clouds, breathtaking sunsets, amazing weather (in November), coconut trees, holy cows, great food and cheap accommodation. I fully enjoyed the experience and am very grateful for attracting such wonders in my life:)

Then instead of going to Madagascar, I popped into Cape Town where I JUST holidayed. I finally went up Table Mountain and Lion's Head again (for sunrise) and spent my days with Pookie. It was bliss. It is always tough leaving that gorgeous city.

And with the ending of this entry, I wish you jolliness in this festive time (although I think it is always time to be festive), I wish you a superlative year ahead or at least seeing the perfection which is in every moment, that you can look at things with a judgeless view and appreciate things for what they just are, that you find success and joy in your days, and that you'll love yourself and feel blessed to be the wonderful beings that you are.

In the happiness of having yummy yogueta lollipops in my kitchen, health and with love,
Alta

the terror goes to tehran (Iran)

Salaam

A quick weekend away to…… Iran!!! (“some people think I’m bonkers”, does this ring a bell??) Yeah, I went to Iran, and it was great, haha!! David, a ‘penpal’ (as we would call it in the old days) whom I’ve never met, was going to meet me somewhere about 2hours away from the airport, sent me a taxi driver to pick me up. I had no visa, and no local address, neither my two phones worked there (Iran is very roaming unfriendly), but hey, I always manage
So, then I met David, who is a very sweet guy.
He took me around the North and South of Tehran, which is such a massive city, yet absolutely gorgeous, nothing I EVER imagined it to be. Hugged by mountains, decorated by long, tall trees, celebrated by
rebellious people, women who are forced to be covered (including me). The traffic is also mad, but the fastest moving I’ve ever seen. People drive soooo fast, even scooters and bikes(without helmets ofcourse) zip through cars as if they’re in a video game.

David and his brother (who is a very skilled driver), took me go-carting. The Iranian girls even go to a place like that in high heels. Wait, let me draw you the picture first. As ‘covered’ as these women are, there are a lot more going on behind the ‘scenes’. Most women had nose jobs done (you’re not cool if you haven’t), their eyebrows are slim and perfectly tinted, thick lipstick and upright postures (well yeah, similar to most Arab countries ie Egyptians, Lebanese, Dubai locals). You might find two cars driving in front of you very slowly, occupying most of the road space and you cannot pass, and find no one hooting at them… David told me this is the ‘dating system’. In those few seconds, this would be where the phone number exchanging takes place. They will meet later that night, and sex is guaranteed. Mmmm, interesting. It is also normal to have more than one girlfriend or boyfriend. Women even made a pass at David while I’m sitting right next to him, haha. There is no party scene, no clubs or pubs, no alcohol. But people find a way to entertain themselves, and it gets pretty wild.

I was really surprised by how beautiful the city is, especially at night. We smoked shisha at a popular peak, overlooking the city lights and listening to classical Iranian music. And I’ve found a vegetarian Iranian dish that blows my mind! (luckily I can get it in Dubai also). So all and all, it was a pleasant experience. Not recommendable to go there without the help and knowledge of a local, as the people don’t speak much English and don’t seem very approachable. A few days before my arrival, there were elections, so the place seemed a bit unstable, but it smoothed out by the time I got there:) And unfortunately for me, on my return back to Dubai, everything worked out fine, until we got stuck inside the aircraft for 7 hours!!! (technical reasons) and therefore I missed my work flight to JNB, had to see my manager etc etc.

Now, I’m off till Dec3, going to Goa (India) for 3 weeks (of which 2 weeks is for yoga teacher training) and then hopefully Madagascar for 10days, if I get a travel partner.

The year is nearing to its end again, wow. I hope you are all healthy and enjoying the interesting weather.

Love to you,
Khuda'afis
A

Simply Asia (Bangkok and Shanghai)

Huhloh

Huan jing

...and as that song goes: "Some people think I'm bonkers!" I know how the singer feels, hehe:) Because what have I been up to again lately?? Mmm...

So,
I only had one day off after Dusseldorf (which I forgot to mention last time - I planned on visiting my dear friend in Amsterdam, but unfortunately the itenary from the metro system was incorrect and it didn't work out, so I just rested. Then the Bangkok-Hongkong trip.. It works like this: We fly to BKK, stay for a day, don't check out (yay, no packing and unpacking), then shuttle to HKG and back. In HKG we leave the aircraft and get to wander around in the airport for 4 hrs or go to our own lounge where we get free snacks, drinks and internet. Back in BKK we stay another day. Throughout this, we keep handing over/being handed over the aircraft to the other crew we saw the day before, the once ahead or behind in the same trip.

Bangkok: What did I do in Bangkok?...mmmm...well...the usual.... massages, shopping and eating like a pig. Went on the skytrain for the first time in Thailand. Excellent!
And.... then I went to Patpong. This is an area... a 'district' I've always wanted to experience. I went to go watch the famous/infamous ping pong shows. All by myself, coz crew were either sick or tired. These places are superdodgy stripclubs, except that they don't strip, they are already naked when you enter and are hanging around on the stage like jellyfish in a tank. Then one comes forward and gives you the 'show' of your life! Now, I've heard all kinds of stories, but I will only share what I've experienced myself. The highlighted is not for the sensitive. (Ma, stop reading, heehee) One girl put ping pong balls up her punani(hahahahaha) then shoots it back while a 'floor'person picks it up with a fishnet. One pulled a string out that never seemed to end, one sucked water from a bottle and transfered it to another and then came to put the two bottles on my table asking for money(gross), one sucked rings with a tube and put the rings over a bottle. It's a freakin sex circus!!!!! After 20mins I couldn't watch anymore and tried to leave. This wasn't so easy. They tried to con me like they do all foreigners, I threatened them, they threatened me and after much negotiation, I left safely. It's all part of the journey. Ok, tick, done!:)

Shanghai: Went to the Jade Buddha Temple (wish I could share the video clips), lots of open praying and chanting going on. Then went walking for 2 hours in an area where I honestly saw NO foreigners, just little Chinese people. Just my style;) Saw many males without their shirts on (it was very hot and humid), saw the usual 'stunts' of families on scooters, crazy traffic and stinky roads. I must admit, I'm not a fan of China. I don't get the 'rhythm', whereas places like Thailand and India etc, I feel I just fit in!!

Hope you enjoyed:)

Ramadan Karim!

Take care Chinas

Alta

free fremantle, Perth (Australia)

Heya!



Whooooosh, my life is a tumbledryer and my head is spinning. LOL! I have been partying way too much and unfortunately alcohol was involved. I had another absent at work (missed my flight), a kick under the butt and now it seems Alta is back on track. So, let me tell you a little bit about Perth.



I successfully swapped my London flight to go to OZ instead and it was good to be back in Australia, even though it was a direct 11 hour flight. It is winter there now and the weather was glorious, stunning. I got up early in the morning and took a train to Cottlesloe... a cute neighbourhood right on the ocean. My map led me to the beach, I sat there for a while and counted about 34 surfers in front of me, around noon on a Monday. Then I decided to go further (bought a day pass train ticket) and went to Fremantle, the last stop. A harbour town. Perth, especially Fremantle has a lot of history with the Dutch and the little town itself looks European. I had lunch at the waterfront and a walk through the park and to my amazement in front of me which I thought were seagulls, on a closer zoom, they were actually white parrots. Everywhere. In the trees, on the grass...




I found the people very friendly, especially the elder ones. Reminded me of the uncle and aunts from my own little hometown:) Had a walk through the CBD and it was so much like Cape Town. It's amazing how much Australia is like SA, just without the crime. I miss hooooome!!!



I'll be coming home the end of the month, finally, after 6 months!! For a few days. Meanwhile, I'm going on a Bangkok trip tonight, then China and a visit to good old Jimmy in Dar E Salaam (another London swap)



Hope you are all good. Am looking forward to meeting up the ones I can:)



Mwah mwah

See ya later

A