Reismal – Page 2 – Avonture, humor en stories van ‘n Suid-Afrikaner wat gek is na reis
Kamp in ‘n beskaafde wereld 😜 Camping in a cultured environment
Ek as Kapenaar was die laaste paar maande goed geleer hoe om water te bespaar. Ons wasmasjien water en badwater gaan in ‘n tenk, wat weer terug gepomp word om die toilette te spoel. By my besigheid het ons nog meer voorsorg getref.
Ons is gewoond kamp, gewoonlik in parke en kampe waar daar ablusiegeriewe is en ons gebruik ons motorhome se toilet net in noodgevalle, wetende dat daar n knoppie is om te druk om water deur te pomp na die toilet.
Toe beland ons op Summit. Ek het voorheen al genoem dat die Amerikaners lief is om op plotte te bly. Omdat ons plot buitekant die dorp is, is hier nie munisipale water op die plot nie. Ons het ook nog nooit sover gekom om te laat boor vir water nie en gaan haal water in die dorp.
Die ‘trailer home’ (karavaan) se warmwater tenk het ‘n paar jaar gelede gebars en die hele trailer was onder water. Ons kan nie water in die watertenk ingooi nie, iewers is die drukking uit verhouding uit. Dus is waterkanne is ons voorland.
Ek kook dus water in ‘n pot op die stoof, gooi dit in die wasbak en was my daarmee. Daarna skep ek die water uit die wasbak met ‘n 500ml koeldrankglas, in ‘n houer en hou dit vir die chemiese toilet.
Vir iemand wat nie die Kaapse manier van water bespaar gewoond is nie, sou dit ‘n probleem afgee het. As jy ook nie gewoond is aan kamp nie, sal dit geen plesier gewees het nie. Die Vader het goed geweet om my voor te berei vir die gedoente. 😂
As a Capetonian, I learned how to save water the last few months. Our washing machine’s outlet, as well as the bath water outlet, go directly into a tank, from which the water is pumped back to flush the toilets.
At my business, we have made even more precautions to save water.
We as a family are used camping, usually in national parks and camping sites where there are excellent ablution facilities. We use our RV’s toilet only in emergencies, knowing that there is a button to flush water into the loo.
Then we ended up at Summit. I previously mentioned that the Americans are fond of staying on lots, outside the city. As our plot is 11mi outside the nearest town, there is no municipal water on the plot. We have never come so far to drill for water and fill our water containers at the gas station in town.
The ‘trailer’s water tank busted some time ago, and the whole trailer was flooded with water. We cannot fill up the water tanks, somewhere the pressure is out of proportion. There is no other option than portable water containers. I boil wash water in a pot on the stove and carry it to the bath.
Afterwards, we transfer the water from the bath over to a container and keep it to flush the chemical toilet. For someone who is not used to save water, the Capetonian way, it would have been a huge adjustment. Further, If you are not used to camping, it would be a nightmare.
Our Heavenly Father knew how to prepare me for this camping experience.
Summit, State Route 10, ￼Cobleskill, New York.
Nerina	Travel (Reis)	 May 11, 2018 June 10, 2018 2 Minutes
Blikbreine verwelkom ons in Yankee land. Onboard computers welcome​ us in Yankee world.
English version follows after the Afrikaans version.
JFK lughawe lyk soos enige ander lughawe in Suid-Afrika, met sy lang gange, wat voel of dit nerens lei, totdat jy die doeane lokaal binne stap …. onmiddellik weet jy jy is ver van die huis af. Alles is anders. Vergete is lang toue wat wag om deur paspoort beheer te gaan. ‘n Saal vol blikbreine staar jou aan wanneer jy die area betree. Jy sien terloops dat almal wat in die ‘non-resident’ tou ingeval het, iewers by ‘n blikbrein staan, baie besig om al jou inligting wat jy van jouself beskikbaar het met hom te deel – toemaar dit is darem nie so erg nie.
Blikbrein gee jou ‘n keuse van verskillende tale, ongelukkig is Afrikaans nie een daarvan nie. 😜 Natuurlik kan ek Engels praat, dus gaan ekvoort in die rooinek taal, of is dit dalk nou Yankee taal? Hy vra jou vir watter rede jy hier is : besigheid of plesier en nog ander opsies. Jy kies maar so kombinasie van besigheid en plesier en land op met keuse B2. Nou vra hy jou om eers jou visa te skandeer, dit is vir hom baie belangriker as jou paspoort 🙃. Dan moet ek gou vir hom glimlag en ‘n selfie neem. My man slaag die toets met vlieende vaandels, by my soek blikbrein my vinger afdrukke. Skielik spoeg hy ‘n ‘kwitansie’ uit met ‘n hewige kruisie bo-oor my inligting. Oops, wat het ek tog nou verkeerd gedoen? Ek bestudeer die selfie en kom tot die ontdekking dat ek van die tyd wat die visa fotos geneem is, tot nou toe ongeveer 10kg gewig verloor het en boonop besluit het om grys te word. Blikbrein vertrou nie die vrede nie – waar het jy nou al van ‘n vrou gehoor wat haarself grys verklaar 😂 Ongelukkig ken hy my nie, ek is te grys vir woorde. My vriende luv my dan so baie 😜
Nou ja, die tannie by die doeane maak toe baie gou haar eie gevolgtrekkings. Vroue kom mos darem van Venus af, blikbreine weet nog nie waar hulle vandaan kom nie…… en daar gaan ons, gryp ons tasse en spring op die Sky trein om ons motor by Hertz te gaan opeis.
Hertz is te oulik vir woorde. In Suid-Afrika kies jy ‘n motor, bv. in die B-klas. Aanlyn vertel die agent vir jou dat jy kwalifiseer vir ‘n Toyota Corolla. As jy gelukkig is, kry jy per toeval ‘n VW Polo. Wee die dag as jy daar aankom en ‘n Toyota Auris wag vir jou. Sy skerms sit almal in die middel van die motor – gemaak vir links of regs bestuur. Jy kan maar op jou kop staan. Die agent verstaan nie dat jy al aandele in VW SA besit vanaf 1978 af nie. Toyota is jou voorland. Ek hou van Hertz – hulle stuur jou uit buite toe en laat jou self kies watter soort motor jy in ‘n spesifieke klas wil he.
Manlief reken iemand het die Ford Focus Tatanium op die verkeerde plek geparkeer – hy is net te luuks vir wat ons gekies het. ‘n Verhitte stuurwiel en motor sitplekke, sowel as ‘n ingeboude GPS en satalliet radio maak die pad Summit toe sommer baie korter.
JFK airport looks like any other airport in South Africa, with its long corridors, which feels as if it leads you to nowhere until you reach the customs office. Immediately you know you are very far from home. Everything is different. Forgotten are long queues waiting to pass through passport control. When you enter the customs area a sea of online-computors are waiting to be of service to you. Everyone who has fallen in a non-resident row is standing at a computer, very busy to share all their information available to the network!
It gives you a choice of different languages; unfortunately, Afrikaans is not one of them. Of course, I can speak English, so I quickly checked English, or maybe it’s Yankee language? You go through a questionnaire in which the computer ask you for what reason you are here: business or pleasure and other options.
You chose a combination of business and pleasure and landed up with choice B2. Secondly, it asks you first to scan your visa, it is much more important to him than your passport.
After that, I had to smile quickly for the camera and take a selfie. My husband passes the test with flying banners, I had to enter my fingerprints. Suddenly it throws out a “receipt” with a big cross on my information. Oops, what did I do wrong? I studied the selfie and came to the discovery that, from the time that the visa photos were taken, up to now, I have lost about 10kg of weight and also decided and also decided not to colour my hair anymore. The computer did not trust all these changes – where have you heard of a woman who declared herself grey? Unfortunately, he does not know me, I look quite distinguished with my grey hair, and my friends love it.
The lady at the customs made her own conclusions. Women, however, come from Venus, men can’t remember where they come from … and there we go, grabbed our bags and jumped on the Skytrain to collect our car at Hertz.
Hertz is a fabulous car rental company. In South Africa, you choose a vehicle, e.g., in the B-class. Online, the agent tells you that you qualify for a Toyota Corolla. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a VW Polo by chance. When you arrive there, Toyota Auris is waiting for you. The screens are all in the middle of the car – made for left or right-hand drivers. You can stand on your head. The agent does not understand that you own shares in VW SA since 1978. You have to drive the Toyota if you love it or not.
I love Hertz’s policy – they send you out to the vehicles and let you choose what kind of car you want in the particular class that you booked.
Pieter reckoned that someone parked the Ford Focus Titanium in the wrong parking bay – it’s just too luxury to be in the class that we have booked. A Heated steering wheel as well as heated car seats, together with a built-in GPS and satellite radio, made the road to Summit so much shorter.
Nerina	Travel (Reis)	 May 11, 2018 June 10, 2018 4 Minutes
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