The weather was great, so I walked along the Ringvaart to work.
There's a whole colony of geese along the Ringvaart. It seems there are too many geese in North Holland, so the provincial government wanted to have 12,000 shot. A court told 'm they couldn't do that. I just hope they don't all migrate to the Ringvaart because then I wouldn't be able to walk there anymore…
On MacGillavrylaan they've built student housing. Obviously this is for foreign students, since most Dutch students wouldn't be able to read Chinese.
The other day I was almost ran over by a port-a-potty truck on the MacGillavrylaan. Now I know where it was hurrying to: work. It's the shitter for the builders that are working on AMOLF's new laboratory. They've found some asbestos here in the pit they're digging for the new sewers, so I wonder what those builders have been eating.
We had our tea break in the garden.
The wildlife at work is not as big as giraffes or elephants, nor as poisonous as a fer-de-lance. It is rather more cuddly.
As rare in the wild as a fer-de-lance in Amsterdam, a lady dressed in burqa. Government estimates on the number of women wearing burqa in the Netherlands vary from 200 to 400; this probably why I've only seen a burqa wearing person once before in Amsterdam. That was in the city centre, so it might have been a tourist.
Every year the Roots festival comes to Amsterdam. The Oosterpark always has a few stages with world music during the festival. This year it is from 14 to 21 June, featuring a.o. 'Balkan Flamenco.'
The temperature was so high walking back I got nearly dehydrated. I stopped at almost every drinking fountain I saw in the park.
I crashed at the Maxwell terrace where Kimber resuscitated me with a few Cola Lights (cola light? colas light? colas lights?) I noticed a handyman had parked his scooter truck near the terrace. Moby Dicky was painted in a bad imitation of WW2 aircraft bodypaint.
After hanging out on the terrace for about an hour I picked up a Kai Pad Med Mamuang from the ThaiCoon and went home.