the morning walk
Trying to loose weight does not mean you have to stop eating all together. I had no food left in the house so I had to do some shopping. I walked to Afrikanerplein where the trees had nice colours.
From there I walked to Weesperzijde, which I followed to the end near 2e Boerhavestraat.
In 2e Boerhavestraat I worndered how you would get your mail if the letterbox was cemented shut. Maybe they get all their spam via email.
I walked to Ruyschstraat where I bought whole grain bread from Hartog's bakery, on of the best bakeries in Amsterdam. I then walked to Oosterparkstraat where I bought meat at the butcher's.
They also had pre-cooked meatballs which tasted exactly the same as the ones I made a few weeks ago. € 1.– per meatball. I can't make them for that price. My hourly wages are higher. Strangely enough both raw and cooked meatballs are the same price here.
I walked back home and bought some yoghurt and stuff from the AH below me.
the afternoon walk
After lunch I decided another walk was called for. The weather was nice; not too hot (20°C) and dry.
I walked to Nobelweg in the direction of the cemetary. Instead of following onto Maxwellstraat I took a right turn onto Darwinplantsoen. Very quiet street with an even more quiet little park alongside it.
I walked through the park to the Kruislaan where I turned right and onto Rozenburglaan. This street runs parallel to the Gooischeweg alongside the cemetary.
It took me past Betondorp, 'Concrete Village'. It is named so because it was the first social housing project in the Netherlands to be built exclusively in concrete instead of in brick. It was built between 1923 and 1925, and designed by architects Han van Loghem and Dick Greiner. They've been painting the houses lately, but after 700 houses the money ran out and so 100 houses are left unpainted. A minor scandal in the last couple of weeks…
I kept following Rozenburglaan and going under the Gooischeweg I passed the council's open air storage space. This is where they keep everything that's left over or not yet needed. Curb stones, garbage collection bins and streetsigns are all strewn around. I couldn't see any sort of organisation in the piles. It looked like home…
On the other side of the
dump storage I walked out of Amsterdam.
I took a left turn here and walked down to Molenkade, 'Mill Quay'. Some years ago Juf Jo had found an enormous amount of negatives of 35mm photos made during WW2. The photographer lived on Molenkade 5 as far as Juf Jo and I could find out. I didn't have the WW2 photos with me so I couldn't be certain but I believed these were the houses that were shown in the photos. The house numbers are different now.
Now that I've checked the photos I can confirm that these are the houses. I'll have to go back one of these days and make photos from the same angles as the originals.
molenkade may 1945
I walked on along Molenkade to the windmill the quay is named after. It is called the windmill of Portengen (1638), after the family that ran the mill for a few hundred years. It is a water pumping mill and now obviously defunct as the top had been removed. Right next to the mill is a modern pumping station (1917), also named Portengen.
Going past the mill you walk out of Duivendrecht and into Diemen.
The path along the water is very quiet; only a cyclist every now and then.
I continued along the Weespertrekvaart to the second bridge in Diemen. There were some boats moored along the quay here.
The skipper's wife (or maybe the Skipperette? Skipperatrix? What do you call a female skipper?) was painting the ship; she was using a very tiny brush. Doing the whole ship like this would take months, I guess.
I crossed the bridge and walked further on the other side of the canal. There were quite a few little yachts sailing by, all going to Amsterdam.
Right beside the railway bridge across the Muiderstraatweg is a petting zoo with goats, a donkey and a pony. Maybe they had more animals, but this is what I could see.
I walked under the railway bridge and was at the end of Diemen. This part is called 'De Sniep" and it is the terminus of the #9 tram. Within the turning circle of the tram is an electricity mast which has fallen in pieces. I don't know if this is accidental or art.
I took the #9 back to Pretoriusstraat, got off and did some more shopping. I bought new walking shoes at the Run-In where the salesman noticed that the insole in my right shoe was missing. This is the foot that has been giving me grieve in the last few months that I've started walking (in these shoes!). Could this be the source of the problem? The salesman was kind enough to rummage around in a box with lots of pairs of unused insoles; he found two pairs of insoles and gave them to me, gratis. One pair fits my old shoes and the other fits my new shoes. Let's hope it makes a difference. If it does, it'll be a lot cheaper than an artificial hip and a foot operation.