Thursday, January 3, 2019

Ton van Zutphen and Biya Han take a trip to Kyushu Island, Japan and walk Olle trails


Ton van Zutphen and Biya Han taking a short trip to Kyushu Island in Japan / Olle Trail walking end of December 2018

A cold Christmas night hung over Seoul, and where we live in the Bulgwang area, temperatures dropped to below 14 degrees C.  But the morning was sunny as we took the subway to  Incheon / Seoul airport. From there it was an 80 minutes flight to Fukuoka, the largest city on the island of Kyushu. We flew JinAir, a low-cost subsidiary of the national carrier Korean Air  (and to be pronounced as gin-air / haha / no booze on board though!).

During this 5 day trip two things became clear to me: systems in Japan function and the Japanese continue to work their buds off. We mostly used  public transport: train, bus, taxi: all running on time through an excellent network with dense frequencies. We bought a 5 day rail pass with JR (Japan Railways) that makes long distance travel cheap and we used their famous, fast and comfortable  ‘bullet-trains’. Then the Japanese we spoke with  were always  doing something / busybodies = working.  In Europe one sees a lot of people simply sitting on benches or hanging around, window-shopping, or in the Netherlands my country…cycling about. I did not get the impression from the Japanese they even have time for that. We arrived on Xmas day in the afternoon and travelled for over 3 hours to the tiny Tabira Hirado Gucci station, and in fact saw hardly any people around. They must have been working….as it was not a public holiday. We still cannot figure out why we saw so few Japanese during our trip, although there are 13 million of them on the island of Kyushu alone; roughly 10% of the total country population. We arrived in the pitch darkness at this small railway station and just missed the last bus. So when walking to the town of Hirado I saw some kind of an office still lit at 8pm. It turned out to be Mr. Ju-i-Chiro’s private school:  he considered it normal to work whenever needed. Very surprised to see a Dutchman (Biya waited outside) he bowed politely and in broken English said…’wait I will see how you can get to the hotel’. Finally he managed to talk to the hotel desk and 20 minutes later a small bus arrived to take us to the resort. When Biya entered the school and spoke Japanese and mentioned she is also a principal of a school in Seoul he was positively surprised and impressed. As we left, Mr. Ju-i-Chiro then continued tutoring young adolescents in his private school. Not easy to be a teacher, nor a pupil/student in this country…about the same situation in S. Korea where work and education come first…and promotions are few and slow and working members of the family can spend up to 14 hours a day away from home…so… family life suffers big time.

There is the 2018 World Happiness Report as some kind of (dubious I find)  indicator for the well-being of people in over 150 countries. The ranking is based on: income, healthy life expectancy, social support, freedom, perception of corruption and generosity. Data were collected from real people. Therefore no Fake News!!  The Netherlands ranks #6 whereas Japan ranks #54 and S. Korea #57. Somewhat surprising as both countries are affluent and member of the G20 group. But their hard working people and  competitive students with their forever paying parents do not judge themselves  happy. Working hours may have something to do with it? I guesstimate that in the NL 70% of the working population (male-female combined) clocks up less than 30 hours a week. In Japan and S. Korea I assume that 80% of their working population clocks up 55 hours or more on a weekly basis…and then have few holidays on top of that!
Room for Yellow Vests / Gillets Jaunes / Gele Hesjes? I expect, that because of the high internal discipline of its populations, this sudden populist demonstration of enough = enough  against the politicians and business tycoons-managers (many of these overpaid in my opinion) is not going to happen in Japan or in S. Korea.  Interestingly, the Netherlands  now sees on a weekly basis tiny demonstrations of the Yellow Vests movement. Some interesting scores of this Happiness Index are Israel #11, Costa Rica #13 and Mexico #24…Winners of the year are Finland, Norway and Sweden…all in my opinion countries where people smile relatively little, the climate is not conducive to drink beer and these places have come across to me through many visits, as generally no fun countries to live in. Certainly these countries are low on my personal happiness scale.
My top ranking includes: Austria, Germany, Belgium, Spain, Italy, Philippines to name a few where I as a Dutchman (pensionado) could see myself very happy to live in. And my personal happiness indicators are based on: - can I give love and receive love? – I have all I need in life to live and no big new wants! -  I have my government, family and friends to support me – I trust in God – I have freedom of participation and decision making – I am still in good health….to name a few crucial indicators.

I was quite surprised to find out that Japan is not that expensive anymore…25 years of limited economic growth  allowed only for the maintenance of infrastructure with people getting the same paycheck year after year. Prices of food, transport and leisure activities  are now similar to those in Korea. Therefore comparable to the Netherlands (except for house prices which are more than double to those in my country). Interestingly on Kyushu Island I saw few signs of big investments; hardly any new buildings, or better, no large construction sites. No signs of opulence, no Porsches, few Benzes; the usual Japanese brands with a flavor for small electric vehicles by Daihatsu, Suzuki, Mazda and Honda…I call them box-cars or cube-cars…already seen in Eindhoven, and coming to Europe soon in big numbers I guess!!

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor daihatsu urban carsAfbeeldingsresultaat voor honda box cars

The above left to right are Suzuki and Honda 2018 model 'box-cars'..quite spacious actually. Please note the small sized tyres

So this trip was scheduled again as a walking trip. Kyushu Island has a Mediterranean climate and with temperatures in Seoul reaching minus 15 at night, the sun and breeze with a walking temperature of around 12 degrees was a welcome change in the weather.
Two sites are relevant with precise information:
1.     www.jejuolletrailguide.net  / 422 kms long = guaranteed fun for 3 weeks
2.     www.welcomekyushu.jp/kyushuolle/    22 trails by the middle of 2019

The Olle trails concept was initiated by a lady Myung-Sook, a news reporter originally from Jeju Island off Korea’s south coast. This concept has now been exported to Bhutan and to Japan. Biya and I walked some 7 Jeju Olle trails in the past and we planned to walk 3 modules on Kyushu Island.

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor map of japan

Kyushu carries some Dutch flavor from the past. The first traders from the European West were the Portuguese but on 19th April 1600 a Dutch ship called ‘De Liefde’ and chartered by Dutch businessmen made a successful but terrible trip from the Netherlands to South America, rounded treacherous and dangerous Cape Horn and finally reached Japan’s Kuroshima island…with only a few sailors left. As of 1605 a trading post was established in the port of Hirado and the Dutch presence can still be seen and felt because canals were dug, bridges built and the foundations of the Dutch  chief representative’s residence can be viewed on the hill overlooking the port area. An interesting museum shows the visitors some of the Dutch wealth and influence in what we call our Golden Age (1600-1700)…on sale in the museum are: Haagse hopjes (typical Dutch sweets)  and Indonesian Arak…and of course colourful plastic tulips! Hirado was in fact a port already known by the Chinese and Indian seafarers from the 12th century onward. It traded goods all over South East and South Asia.  The Portuguese, Dutch and later the English simply increased trade volumes (especially teas and silk) and founded trading posts. 

The Hirado Olle trail starts right at the port / bus station and took us for about 15 kms. through a pleasant walking environment of hills and mostly pine forests. Eye contact with the sea is frequent and presents beautiful vistas. The last 2 kms. passes the majestic and with  emerald green plastered Jesuit Church founded by St. Francis Xavier who brought Christianity to Japan. The Hirado area remains until now the core of the Catholic community in Japan and attracts pilgrims from all over the country. Only 1% of the Japanese are Roman Catholic. 

Many statues of Dutch merchants line the streets in the center of this small and pleasant town; further dotted with boutiques,  to buy clothes, bric a brac and the usual  souvenirs, and small restaurants including a Mexican one called ‘Pancho‘.  

We overnighted in the Yukai ‘Dutch’ resort some 10 kms. from Hirado which offers a modern and traditional blend of  upmarket facilities: 1. A large room with a tea corner, tatami-flooring and bedding, and very comfortable 2. A more than complete buffet with Kyushu specialities like ever new portions of freshly cut raw fish (the sea bream was excellent!), various miso soups and noodles, vegetables fried, boiled, steamed, raw, the choice was endless, and meats to grill on the table…WOW!! 3. The traditional ONSEN experience which boils down to a hot water basin supplied with water of around 40 degrees C from a natural source with bathing and grooming facilities / relax and enjoy you tired traveller! This, including a copious breakfast for the two of us at a price of 140 euros (excluding 2 excellent Suntory draft beers). Definitely value for money.

Traveling back to Fukuoka we checked in at the Wing International hotel close to Hakata station rather late, and found ourselves in a small room with a bed the size of a one person’s bed in the NL.  Haha, that is the real Japan: hotel rooms and their bathrooms can be very small in the large cities. Nevertheless the service is always tops: staff is courteous and punctual. The Japanese are extremely polite and respect the elderly young like Biya and myself. The next day we met several staff from the Olle trails-project and we walked part of trail #22 around Fukuoka and Shingu.
Anton, Mr. Yokoyama, Erika, Biya and Buyun
 It was a walk to agree on the final trail parcours, and many people were involved from relevant government ministries and the Olle Jeju organization, including : Eun-ju from Seogwipo on Jeju Island,  Miss Erika, Miss Buyun, Miss Aya, Miss Naomi, and others with Mr. Ikeda and Mr. Yokoyama the senior reps. of government, and of the Olle organization on Kyushu Island. 
Eun-ju, Biya, Anton and Ms. Suzuki / with thanks for the pics.

We walked through fruit orchards, villages with houses/small farms that had the typical Japanese gardens dotted with Bonzai tree species,  we ploughed through thick bamboo groves and talked a lot. Had traditional noodles soup and plenty of oysters / I reckon that the ten of us altogether ate more than 50 freshly grilled oysters.

Then we took the train back to Fukuoka and sped off to Hizen Kashima on a JR bullet train, with finally the bus to Ureshino town where we lodged again in a Yukai hotel …same style, facilities, welcome, gorgeous food and this time we selected the option to enjoy unlimited adult beverages  for 90 minutes at a price of 25 euros for the two of us during the meal. Suntory beer is definitely the best beer in Japan (better to my taste than Asahi, Kirin and Sapporo), and we had a couple of ‘pichets’ of excellent mild sake (rice wine)..cold and warm. And obviously a hot bath = onsen; again in our comortable yukatas (dressing gowns)) before the meal. Japan can be a relaxing experience for foreign travellers like us.

Final leg was the Ureshino Olle trail the most beautiful one through the forests and rolling tea plantations; during the day we felt that the cold from Korea had arrived also here and it started to snow lightly. Simply pleasant, and this  added a romantic flavor to our walking when we performed our daily lunch ritual with making hot milk coffee or tea with sweetbread and cookies  / always on a nice spot looking at God’s creation.   Biya always prepares the lunch and I carry it in my backpack: best labor division possible!
We stayed one night in the traditional Japanese ‘Kutabuki inn’ in Ureshino with the onsen / room with tatami flooring/bedding, and separated bathing and grooming areas. In Europe we have one area to do all: bath/shower/grooming/toilet. In this inn there was a special place to take a hot bath in a shared basin (onsen); then a separate grooming desk in the corridors, then a special area where the urinoirs and toilets were, and no shower at all.  Hmmm…something to get used to when you are walking around in a yukata with slippers all the time on and off, carrying your towel on your shoulders and your keys in your hand.

A perfect trip / all trails are easy and well marked / Anton-Biya couple had fun and long loving talks;  and admired the nature in Japan…sea, forests, bamboo groves, tea plantations, villages, orchards; and we appreciated the food and above all the politeness of the Japanese and their willingness to always help. Obviously Biya speaking fluently Japanese was a major asset and we felt at home abroad.


Tea plantation in the Ureshino area / famous for its mild,  flavour-rich green teas.







Things to remember:
1    In Japan one pays the bus or train when one exits and not when one enters. There is a special system to calculate the price which I felt would go beyond my intelligence to apprehend
2   I devoured the best ever tasted kaki-fruit (persimmon in English or kam in Korean) , picked by myself straight from a tree in the Shingu area


3   I saw my first ever automatic beer draughting machine in operation: it produced  glasses of beer perfectly filled with   ‘Suntory Lager’, sporting the correct foam level.

Arigado Japan! Hai hai!

Ton van Zutphen, 1st January 2019


Biya and Anton in the EHWA University grounds in Seoul / November 2018 with the colourful maple trees

Thursday, October 11, 2018

De Hunsrueck wandelroute in Duitsland / Ton van Zutphen, Oktober 2018


Ton van Zutphen. 
Wandelen  langs  de  route  Trier – Idar-Oberstein in Duitsland: de Saar-Hunsrueck STEIG door het nationaalpark Hunsrueck-Hochwald.

De drie Einzelgaenger van den Hurk, van der Meeren, en van Zutphen / Oktober 2018.

We kennen elkaar al sinds mensenheugenis, zo ongeveer sinds 1975; Cor en ik elkaar iets eerder resp. als student psychologie en sociale geografie van de Prof. Bromstraat in Nijmegen…1971 denk ik zo. En hebben nogal veel gereisd met onze partners/vrienden….Niger per auto Peugeot 504 GL, bruin met lederen lichtbruine bekleding, door de Sahara, ook naar Mali, Burkina, Bangladesh, Kenya, Oostenrijk, Frankrijk en dan Cor met Gerard naar Polen, China, Vietnam. En ook veel gewandeld langs de Dommel en de Geul/Gulp, inclusief de Grande Randonnee 5 / GR cinq,  van Hoek van Holland naar Nice. Chapeau Cor, een uniek en meerjarig evenement.

Onze route ditmaal (Der Steig) was zo’n 150 km lang en voor ieder redelijk fit persoon te doen. Wandelen en dan met name stevige wandelingen maken, en dat dagenlang, is een vrije tijdsbesteding die hoog in het vaandel moet staan van eenieder die zich bekommert om zijn/haar  gezondheid. We kennen allemaal de werkwoorden Wandern, Se promener, Randonner, Caminar, Passegiare, Hiking, Trekking  enz. We denken en hopen dat we allemaal fysiek gezonder worden en als bonus wat gewicht verliezen, maar mentaal is er ook het nodige dat telt: mensen die veel lopen, ook hardlopen, zijn meer stressbestendig omdat door al dat lopen  de negatieve zaken in je hoofd  vervliegen. We horen wandelaars zeggen : je hoofd wordt leeg…zorgen worden gereduceerd door het in de natuur langdurig bewegen; het brein reageert op beweging, en zoals de bierdrinkers weten…katers (inclusief je neerslachtig voelen) worden eruit gelopen of eruit gefietst.


Het Zwitserleven gevoel van Cornelius, Gerardus en Antonius op de Sinnesbank...een bank waarop je tot bezinning komt, de zin van het leven kunt overpeinzen, door liggend uit te rusten. Deze Sinnesbaenke staan overal in de Hunsrueck...honderden rustpunten en gerieflijk ook. 

Een vriendenwandeling dus van Cornelius, Antonius en Gerardus, samen in 2018 precies 200 jaar jong. Vanuit Overijse, Leende en Valkenswaard naar Idar-Oberstein om de Opel van Gerard te parkeren en dan met de Volvo van Cor naar Trier/Filsch het startpunt van dag 1  / met een late start rond 4 uur…onder stralende hemel en dat zou zo ongeveer de hele week blijven.  We hebben maar een buitje gehad toen we Nonnweiler binnenkuierden; niet genoeg om de ponchos aan te doen.
We hadden in goed overleg zo’n 22 km maximaal per dag gepland en ieder had ong. 6-7 kg bepakking;  hoge wandelschoenen, ponchos, en water zijn altijd essentieel plus cash!. En zoals altijd zijn er aan het eind van de wandeling  een paar items die onbenut bleven. Van kleren wassen is niets gekomen…afgezien van wat sokken. De hotels leenden zich niet zo voor intensieve was-sessies; zeker niet in Waldrach in Forsthaus Mende (57 euros – 3 bedden kamer, douche op de gang;  ook niet in Boerfink in die Alte Muehle (198 euros – 3 bedden kamer met dinner, biertjes en ontbijt) en evenmin in Kempfeld in de Black Bear Biker’s hotel gerund door de Rus Georg Lapchin (60 euros nur schlafen – 3 bedden kamer). Ik houd het er maar op dat het wandelen in een door de natuur geparfumeerde omgeving enkel af en toe lichaamszweet doet ontstaan; ’s nachts bij het open raam trekt het zweet er deels weer uit..of niet? Laten we niet vergeten dat we 7 dagen lang frisse en reine lucht door onze longen hebben laten golven.

Een typisch boslandschap langs der Steig : jonge beukenaanplant.  

Sommige dagen waren wat de Duitsers noemen anstrengend of anspruchsvoll, zoals de eerste lange trek van Landhotel Doris in Kell am See naar de stuwdam Nonnweiler, en dan weer naar beneden tot aan het Hotel Simon, gelegen aan de Autobahn van Trier naar Saarbruecken.
Veel korte, steile  klimmetjes van ong. 500 meter. Het klopt: we hebben alle drie wat afgezien maar geen serieuze blaren opgelopen, de hellingen waren niet te steil, weinig rotspaden, de Steig-route en de aanlooproutes vanuit de dorpen continue en duidelijk aangegeven. We namen gratis een klein lunchpakket mee uit de herbergen, en  stopten regelmatig om weer wat op adem te komen. Dus iedere dag hetzelfde ritme…rond 7 uur opstaan, clean-up, ontbijt, vertrek rond 9 uur, pauze rond half elf; lunch rond half een …en doorlopen naar de eindbestemming van de dag, dus hotel zoeken rond 4 uur.

Toch bij nader inzien een eenvoudige wandeling door een prachtig deel van Duitsland met een hoogte variatie van 400 tot 800 meter. De zomer was er nog (ein Alt-Weiber Sommer), maar de  ontluikende herfsttinten in het gebladerte kwamen al tevoorschijn. Zonnestralen  door de wouden, droge kronkelige paden waarvan velen eeuwenoud, heel veel bos en weinig weide met hier en daar wat akkerbouw; en verre dorpjes met hun kerktorens aan de horizon. Geen wild kunnen spotten; opmerkelijk. Ook slechts 5 koppels tegengekomen die ook een meerdaagse wandeling maakten. Toch is dit een premium A trektocht en al meer dan 150 jaar belopen. Al het geld dat wordt besteed om wandelboekjes te maken, te drukken, te updaten, en dan de publiciteit via de touristenburo’s en via internet/sociale media…jaar op jaar…en dan zie je bijna geen mens die daadwerkelijk een meerdaagse tocht maakt; je vraagt je af…waar heb dat nou voor nodig allemaal?  Wel veel dagjes wandelaars; die deden dan een Traumschleifen of rondwandeling van zo’n 5-7 km vanaf een goed aangegeven Abholpunkt: een parkeerplaats aan de verharde weg; of vanuit een groter dorp als Morbach of Hermeskeil .

En eenvoud is belangrijk; happy zijn met weinig, we hebben het erover gehad, again and again, en de voorlopige conclusie is dat we alle drie gelukkig zijn ..en geworden..te beginnen omdat we in NL geboren en getogen zijn maar ook omdat we redelijk gezond zijn, we aktief zijn, partners en familie hebben, geld genoeg hebben zum wandern, en ook elders in de wereld gezien hebben hoe het er daar bijstaat…veel slechter. Er is maar 1 land met een AOW. Did you know? In Nederland trekken ze van Drees. Na rijp beraad, en unaniem, werd Gerard gekozen tot de meest geslaagde van de Einzelgaenger: altijd in een gespreid bedje gelegen, een korte werkperiode in zijn leven, optimistisch van aard, genoeg geld voor nu en later; en levend in een zorgzame context waar de plichten miniem zijn. Niet dat Cor en ik met hem zouden willen ruilen maar edoch vanuit ons wandelaarsperspektief tijdens deze wandelweek heeft Gerard het gemaakt.
We hebben dan ook te maken met Professor Dr. Gerard van der Meeren, (zonder titel), soms bekend als de Prins van Oranje, alias de Guru uit Overijse (zonder volgelingen) en dat allemaal met 3 klassen lagere school (alias de Grote Denker).  Desalniettemin en we hebben het een 21x mogen horen: deze 7 dagen tocht vond plaats op initiatief van Gerard.

Kapitalisme, socialisme, communisme, naturisme, wereldburgerschap, en ga zo maar door. Als Cor zich identificeert met naturisme en Gerard met socialisme kan ik alleen maar zeggen dat al die -ismen goede en minder goede, mogelijke en onmogelijke kanten hebben. Niet dat ik met de wind meedraai maar een waardevolle dosis happiness voor het individu en voor anderen  vereist samenwerken, respect voor de natuur, denken aan de medemens, eerlijkheid. De mens heeft voor mij zijn fysieke, mentale en spirituele eigenschappen….mogelijkerwijs leidend tot een evenwichtig bestaan. En dat is toch de wens van zij die de jaren des onderscheids bereikt hebben.



Quote van Karl himself: 
Het is niet de wijze van denken van de mens die zijn leven verklaart, doch integendeel, zijn wijze van leven, die zijn wijze van denken verklaart.

Briljant filosoof en schrijver. Gestorven in Londen 1883. Communistisch Manifest geschreven in Brussel 1848. Zijn moeder was een Nijmeegse. Ook ver familielid van de familie Philips de grootindustrieel die in Eindhoven letterlijk en figuurlijk de verlichting bracht. Google maar eens: Marx in Zaltbommel bij Philips. 

We startten de tocht dus in Trier, de stad waar Karl Marx, grondlegger van het marxisme werd geboren precies 200 jaar geleden. Een standbeeld voor hem werd pas dit jaar opgericht in de vorm van een grote bronzen kolos, niet ver van de Porta Nigra waar de Romeinen de stadspoorten en muur gebouwd hadden. Het adjectief nigra betekent zwart en werd in de vroege middeleeuwen toegevoegd omdat de stadspoort door roetaanslag van kleur veranderde.

Porta Nigra / aanvang van de tocht

Mooie stad Trier, aan de Moezel, omringd door wijngaarden met wandelroutes naar Luxemburg, Frankrijk en diep in Duitsland o.a. naar Koblenz en Bingen aan de Rijn. Tevens met Worms  de oudste stad van Duitsland en door Keizer Augustus gesticht in 16 v. Christus als Augusta Treverorum. UNESCO werelderfgoed met een oergezellige binnenstad en veel Bitburg Kneipen.

Dag 1         Trier/Filsch naar Waldrach                   ong.       11 km
Dag 2          Waldrach naar Kell am See                ong.        20  km 
Dag 3          Kell am See naar Nonnweiler             ong.        23 km
Dag 4          Nonnweiler naar Boerfink                   ong.        22 km
Dag 5          Boerfink naar Morbach                       ong.        24 km
Dag 6          Morbach naar Kempfeld                     ong.        25 km
Dag 7          Kempfeld naar Idar-Oberstein            ong.        24 km/ong.150 km
Dag 8         Trier/Euren (enkel Gerard en Ton)

Wie van bossen houdt vindt deze route prachtig. Ik miste een beetje het lopen langs een rivier als de Moezel, de Rijn of de Ahr of anders geformuleerd: het lopen over een bergrug en dan diep in het dal naar een kronkelende rivier en elkaar opeenvolgende dorpjes kijken. Desalniettemin, de bossen zijn rustgevend, zonder veel te zeggen kun je elkaar aanvoelen, gemakkelijk praten over koetjes en kalfjes, kilometers lang gewoon rustig doorlopen met je eigen overpeinzingen…zo’n 7 uur iedere dag.

s'Morgens zo maar ergens langs Der Steig

Het terrein vanaf Nonnweiler laat zien dat er ook veel gevochten is in dit bosrijke gebied. Na de Frans-Duitse oorlog van 1870-1871 werd het Duitse keizerrijk vergroot met aanzienlijk areaal waaronder Beieren, Rheinland Pfalz en Saarland. De jonge vooruitstrevende Keizer Wilhelm I plantte in 1871 een aantal sequoias  langs de weg bij het dorp Muhl, bij een Abholpunkt aan de Steig. Dit om de aansluiting bij Duitsland van dit gebied op te luisteren. De prachtige kaarsrechte bomen zijn dus al 148 jaar oud en nu bij schatting 40 meter hoog.
Er wordt zelfs in het sagenboek Die Nibelungen vermeld dat Hagen von Tronje zijn broer Siegfried met een mes in de rug stak op het moment dat deze zich laafde aan het bronwater van waarschijnlijk de Hengstbach; reden was dat ze beiden verliefd waren op dezelfde vrouw en dat de dame in kwestie haar hart had gegeven aan Siegfried. Het pad loopt direct langs de artesische bron. En er staat een bankje bij; te gebruiken om over deze gruwelijk barbaarse broedermoord  eens na te denken.

De Hunsrueck, dat grenst aan het huidige Frankrijk werd tijdens de vorige eeuw tweemaal bestuurd als oorlogsbuit door de Fransen (1918-1931 en 1946-1950).  Zeker aan de periode na WO II hebben de Duitsers geen goede herinneringen want de Fransen (in zekere mate terecht..?!) dachten even revanche te nemen en ik heb persoonlijk verhalen gehoord over hoe de Duitse bevolking daar werd uitgeknepen en vernederd. De Ami’s, Engelsen en Canadezen werden wel gepruimd door de Duitsers, maar de Russen en Fransen niet….  De geallieerden creĂ«erden West en Oost Duitsland in 1949 en in Saarland koos de bevolking in een referendum ervoor bij het nieuwe Duitsland te horen en dus niet bij Frankrijk.

Als kultureel historisch erfgoed is de Keltische ringwal / verdedigingslinie tegen de Romeinen bij Otzenhausen /Nonnweiler een ‘must-see ‘. De Kelten waren het meest verbreide volk in de tijd voordat de Romeinen Noord Europa binnenvielen. Kelten hadden zich verspreid van Ierland tot aan diep in Turkije (de Galaten rondom Ankara) maar hadden onderling veel strijd en geen centrale organisatie structuur zoals de Grieken en Romeinen. Deze hunnen-ring was ooit een 20 meter hoge en 25 meter dikke vestingmuur met een lengte 2200 meter. Al wandelend door dit gebied en klauterend naar boven wordt het duidelijk dat hier de slag uitging.

De top van de Keltische  ringwal; grotendeels gerestaureerd

Tsja.. en dan de traditionele Duitse kultuur die in dit met kleine dorpen bestrooide gebied er nog steeds is: vriendelijke dorpsmensen, eenvoudig eten met hier en daar een Turks of Kurdisch kebap-tentje waar de Doenerschotels maar 8 euro kosten. Veel Schnitzels en Rumpsteaks met ui en gebakken aardappeltjes, salades, koude vleesschotels als voorgerecht en enkel Bitburg, Kirn en lokaal Landbier. De meeste hotels en Konditoreien hadden hun meubilair sinds pakweg 1980 nog niet vervangen; allemaal degelijk spul en passend in de landelijke omgeving.

In Nonnweiler bij het 3-sterren Hotel Simon waar veel wandelaars rusten/overnachten staat geschreven:

Der Kopf tut weh, die Fuesse stinken,
Ich glaub, du musst bei uns ein Bierchen trinken!
Vrij vertaald:
Je hebt hoofdpijn en je voeten stinken,
Tijd om bij ons een biertje te drinken!

En dat potje bier was meestal een groot 0,4 liter glas Bitburg met zorgvuldigheid  getapt waarvan zeker Gerard en ik er iedere dag zo’n 3 van dronken. Toch wel van wereldklasse dit hoppige bier. Bitte ein Bit is ondertussen een slogan die elke volwassen Duitser wel eens gehoord of gelezen heeft. En er zijn momenteel meer dan 80 miljoen Duitsers! Op de terugweg zijn Gerard en ik nog even langs het grote bezoekerskantoor van de brouwerij in Bitburg zelf gereden om een 5 liter vaatje te snorren. Inmiddels is Bitburg het in volume meest getapte biertje bij onze Oosterburen. En ook katervrij; garantiert!

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor bitburger bierAfbeeldingsresultaat voor bitburger bier

Dus we zijn weer bijgepraat en doorgewandeld. Afgezien van wat moeheid in de benen waren er geen restverschijnselen. Ook de kameraadschap is op peil gebleven; zelfs verstevigd omdat we alle drie toch weer eens begrepen hebben dat we tijdens zo’n tocht onze eigen willetjes en moetjes opzij moeten kunnen zetten of minder gewicht moeten geven, om er een geslaagde belevenis van te maken. Eenieder heeft toch op bepaalde momenten behoefte aan privacy en om  z’n eigen ding te doen. Moet kunnen!

Ik heb een voorstel gelanceerd om de taalgrensroute te lopen die grofweg loopt van Cassel in Frankrijk (een 20-tal km. ten westen van Poperinge in Belgie), dan via Overijse/Maleizen uiteindelijk naar Sint Martens Voeren in Belgie,  juist ten zuiden van het Limburgse Noorbeek in Nederland…zo’n 450 km.  In 4 lange weekends van 4 wandeldagen is dit te doen…vlak terrein, probleemloze logistiek en nabij, rijke bierkultuur, veel historische WO I bezienswaardigheden, afwisselend vlaamse en waalse impressies. Wat dacht je wat?



Korte bemerkingen:

Het weer...veelal licht bewolkt tot zonnig met temperaturen tijdens de nacht tot ong. 3-6 graden / van 9 tot 13 uur ong. 10-18 graden / daarna nog een paar graden erbij / en weer afkoelend vanaf 5 uur 's middags. Ideaal wandelweer. 

Hotels goed….Landhotel Doris in Kell am See / Hotel Hochwald in Morbach / Hotel Schuetz in Trier/Euren
Hotels cheap…Forsthaus Mende in Waldrach / Black Bear Biker’s Hotel in Kempfeld / Hotel Schuetz in Trier/Euren
Hotel te mijden ..die Alte Muehle in Boerfink prijs/kwaliteit verhouding echt slecht en een eigenaardige/eigenwijze/ weinig behulpzame Gastvrouw Petra; wel mooi gelegen met uitzicht. Ook het wildpasteitje was drie keer niks.


7 dagen trektocht / 150 km. / tussen grofweg 400 en 800 meter (top is Erbeskopf op 815 meter hoogte) / hoogtemeters gewandeld ong. 3.500 meter / 90% pad en 10% asfalt / heel rustig / veel dichte beuken bossen

Gebruikt schoeisel Cor (Outdoor), Gerard (Meindl), Ton (Lowa Camino). 

Kosten all-in: vervoer, slapen, eten en drinken 1450 euros…minder dan 500 euro de man. Ietsje duurder dan een reisje naar de Turkse riviera maar zoveel meer genoegdoening in return. 

Oppassen in Landhotel Doris…zeer vriendelijke bediening  door de dames / zusters Doris en Christa. Gepflegte Gastlichkeit. Ook staat er boven de bar geschreven:
Wer die Wirtin kraenkt, wird gehaengt!
Vrij vertaald betekent dit : wie de waardin beledigt wordt opgehangen!

En als bonus een link naar het fotoboek dat Cor heeft samengesteld uit fotos van hem en Gerard:


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Leende, 11 Oktober 2018



Tuesday, July 31, 2018

4 Days marches in Nijmegen / and a trip to Goch / Ton van Zutphen, July 2018


Ton van Zutphen aiming for his 10th medal during the Walk of the World in Nijmegen, the Netherlands,  and preparing in Goch, Germany  (where his grandfather, father’s side, lived and worked (1891 to June 1900)

Written at home in Leende, NL, last week July 2018 (tonvanzutphen@gmail.com)

It has been nearly two years since I wrote a blog; meanwhile the stats inform me that nearly 30.000 readers looked at any of the previous 21 blogs that I wrote since 2012. The first one took me to the Via Francigena in May 2012 when I lived in Rome. This is the official St. Francis walking trail to Rome. A disproportionate number of my possibly 'crazy' blogs are readers from Russia and the Ukraine…where I hardly know anybody; and I cannot offer the reader an  explanation for this. 
Admittedly, blogging is a bit of an exercise to ‘put oneself up there on social media’. Nevertheless, I also write because some of my friends, old working buddies, and family, remain genuinely interested in my travels and activities.

PART ONE

Last year I typed out and added some information on the document that my uncle Martin van Zutphen wrote before he died on a cruise ship close to Istanbul…heart attack. It was all a shock to us when this happened on 3rd October in 1989.
I will post this exceptional document later this year as some pics need to be added still.

My wife Biya calls me Anton and this is exactly the name of my grandfather Anton van Zutphen (or Antoon in Dutch) who was born in Veghel in 1872 and died in Eindhoven just at the end of the second WorldWar in May 1945.
Anton married a German beauty Anna Maria Hoffmann in 1897. She was apparently born out of wedlock and in the beginning to shy to respond to the advances made by Anton who according to some stories and pictures was  full of confidence and cash, had a good job as a cooper (barrel-maker) and was smoking big cigars since he was 16; and equally fashionably dressed during the German Empire period around the 1900’s. 

Coincidentally my youngest daughter Kesso Gabrielle next year has agreed  to marry a Swiss young man named Thomas Kueffer….which means cooper in German.  

Anna Maria was born in  Asperden 3 kms from Goch  in 1874 and had lived with her mother in Pfalzdorf also just 4 kms from Goch.  She and Anton raised 5 children of which my father Franz was the youngest, born in Neuss am Rhein in 1906.  So I decided to walk around the small town of Goch…along the river Niers and visit the streets and villages where my grandfather must have walked and lived…Kirchstrasse, Gartenstrasse where he lived on nr. 54, Feldstrasse where their first daughter Dina was born,  Markt, Steintor. All streets are there but as Goch was bombed out in 1943/44 for 80%, most of the buildings are new and only a few rebuilt in the old style. Goch in 1890 had about 5.000 inhabitants while in 2017 we count 33.000 people. 
More and more Dutch people buy houses in this border area here because Germany is arguably the cheapest country in Europe if you look at it from a  price/quality perspective. I had a draught Bitburg beer at 1,60 euros at the ‘Heidetreff’ bar in the Uedemer strasse. The Feldstrasse / Fieldstreet still has a charming 400 metres ending up in what must have been the outskirts of the hilly Pfalzdorf village where my grandmother had lived with her mother. Anton must have walked this stretch  many many times puffing his cigar while holding hands of the lady he was going to marry…happily ever after. The photograph below was taken in Veghel at the barrel making factory of the firm van den Tillaart. My grandfather started working as an apprentice when he was 12 years young. On this pic. he is standing fully left with a cigar in his hand, in costume and 16 years young. 'Den Heer'...or Sir Anton. 




The below picture taken in Neuss am Rhein (Germany) probably around 1908 presents Anton's nuclear family / clockwise Anna (mother of Jos, Ria, Toon and Henny..Anna was apparently accidentally killed by an English soldier in 1945 in Eindhoven). Then my grandfather Anton, Martin, the eldest son, Dina, the eldest daughter, Franz, my father, Anna Marie, my grandmother born in Asperden, Germany, and finally to the full right Frits. Toon lives in New Zealand with his lovely wife Josiena..also from Eindhoven originally, and Henny who lives close to Utrecht in the NL.  Please may you note the beauty of my grandmother!!













In Goch I stayed in the traditional Hotel ‘Zur Friedenseiche’ (At the Oak of Peace)…very good and top clean, managed by what we Dutch would call a typical German: straightforward, punctual with breakfast, clear on how to use the front door and parking lot. I enjoyed it thoroughly and can recommend it without any reservation. Centre of town, very nice room at 55 euros a night with excellent breakfast. I simply walked in without any reservation…plenty of rooms available. The owner Theodor Welmsen kept all the furniture from the mid sixties and it is as if you are stepping back half a century in time. Unfortunately he would not want to sell me one of his 3 'Stiefels'... a typical  traditional drinking device.
And  I walked along the old German railway line …the train from Boxtel in the NL to Wesel in Germany, with which my grandfather arrived in Goch in 1891 when he was only 19 years young.  The fact that I also stepped out of my comfort zone in the Netherlands, and worked in many places around the world, married outside the NL, and also carry his name….makes me feel somehow associated with him in a particular way.
For those interesting to spend 2 days exploring the Goch area  I can recommend a full day walk along the meandering river Niers, and visit the local museum and have plenty of good beers in the market place (Koenig, Veltins, Bitburg). I walked through all the places mentioned above and  in perfect weather. Unfortunately I found out later that training for the Walk of the World (every day 40 kms) requires more than just a 100 kms training over 3 days

PART TWO

So every year I do some walking to prepare myself for the 4 Days marches of Nijmegen…and with my advancing age…I realise I need to do more preparation. It is now the third time that the shin splint effect returns when I stretch my muscles too heavy. This time it started on the second day and I felt I had to restrain/limit the speed. Anyway a bit proud of myself…on day 1 I started at 5.20am and clocked in at 10.30 am sharp….first arrival of the group that walks 40 kms. At least 7 or 8 walkers that power walk or racewalk 50 kms each day, were ahead of me. The weather had been wonderful and sunny with a cool breeze when walking on the Waal-dyke along Oosterhout. Day2 I arrived at 12.30, day3 with Ruud from Venlo, and a Swedish army officer at 11.am.
And day4  with some pain at 13.45 hours finally. An interesting artefact is the pontoon bridge that the Dutch infantry puts every year together to enable the crossing of the river Maas at Cuyk (Ceuclum was the name during the Roman invasion where a fort was built as part of the road Nijmegen to Maastricht plus also a wooden pontoon bridge / and remember: the Maas was then a wildly meandering river fed mainly by the rains in Northern France and Belgium). Most walkers like day4 because of the throngs of people that are encouraging all 40.000-plus walkers during the final 7 kms. But I find the wide tarred road a hot walking blacktop, noise and music increase the perception of the heat, and I had run out of red Korean  ginseng that always gives a boost for at least a couple of kilometers.
This year’s music I heard most was 1. Una paloma blanca from the George Baker Selection (1975), 2. Take me home country roads from John Denver (1971) and 3. Atemlos durch die Nacht from Helene Fischer (2014). I do recall meeting John Denver personally in Ouagadougou in 1985 when he visited the SAVE US programme. A very nice country boy indeed he was.
Anyway I made it for the 10th time, received my gold-plated medal and joined the select club of those with 10 marches behind their belt. To serve this select group there are specially equipped resting places along the route (obviously the majority being over 60 years of age).
Nothing really exciting happened during this 10th Walk of the World. Definitely more and more walkers use earplugs and walk in their own bubble…or are on the phone. All of this is not conducive to the friendly atmosphere that was different in the past.

One of the reasons I continue to walk every year is because of my student friend Cees Boonman who died 12th July 2012 on a Sunday preceding the 4DaysWalk. I used to stay with him and his wife Antonet in their homes in Nijmegen. It is good to think of him and pray that he may see that his old study friends do remember him well, offer him a toast, and gather; as we do every Sunday preceding the annual march in the Kronenburger Park. Antonet’s family joins then and friends of Cees, plus usually Jan Konings, his wife Karin  and myself.  






CEES....jij bent niet meer waar je was. Maar overal waar wij zijn.




CEES,... you are not anymore where you were. But you are everywhere where we are.
















Also part of the ritual now is that the student’s friends (the Brommers) meet on day3 as of 3pm at cafĂ©-bar ‘De Kroon’, Daalseweg 361, some 750 meters from the finish. A wonderful time it was again this year!! Some 47.000 walkers registered and a little over 40.000 finished this year’s biggest walking event in the world.



From left to right: Wilma (64), Wim (66), Gerard looking swell at 71, Antonet (58), and Ton (66).

The city of Nijmegen turns every 3rd week in July into the busiest place in the NL. It swells from 175.000 people to receiving more than 1 million visitors over a 6 day period. Festivities with live music, expositions, street-theatre, even a special white sandy beach along the Waal is created, bars on the streets…about 30 extra locations. I ran into a trucker who collected the 1.000 liter cisterns in which the beer is now being distributed. He collected the Heineken /Amstel cisterns and his group refilled on a daily basis 75 of these huge metal shiny cisterns. Assuming that Heineken/Amstel group has a max. of 30% of the beer market in Nijmegen….. we are looking at a beer consumption of Nijmegen city alone of perhaps 1.5 million liters of beer over roughly 7 days/nights. !!! I was told only at the Black Cross event in the NL in ‘the Achterhoek’ or around Assen this year,  beer consumption of particularly the Grolsch brand is bigger per capita.  

Next year again…yes yes, hopefully with my wife Biya. And then every day 30kms.

See also this link:

Gouden Kruis 4daagse





This pic. was taken  in Oosterhout about 14 kms from the start day1 around 7.15am 





Monday, August 29, 2016

Ton van Zutphen: 100th edition Walk of the World / 4 Daagse van Nijmegen in the Netherlands

Ton van Zutphen finished the Walk of the World: 100th edition of the ‘Nijmeegse 4 Daagse’

19-22 July 2016 / Received medal (pin) 8th year finisher.

Well oh well…what a city Nijmegen has become because of this 4Daagse event! A city with a more than 2000 year history, makes daily front page news in the Netherlands during the third week in July when this walking spectacle takes place. This year the number of 172.000 inhabitants grew to a daily estimated 375.000 people, including the 50.000 registered walkers. In the course of the week, which features hundreds of small festivities all over town, perhaps even one and a half million people were out and about. Some 50 nationalities were counted as well. A special WhatsApp application informed people to avoid certain ‘too crowded’ locations.  This special 100th  edition sported for the ‘die-hards’ one-off distances of 55 kms each day (with 5.000 registered walkers!) and a pre-selected 100 semi-professionals who walked each day 100 kms. A Danish military unit marched all the way from Copenhagen to Nijmegen and then fully participated with packs of 10 kgs. Walking can be a serious pastime. You bet!
But before I started on Tuesday 19th July a few things happened. As usual I prepare with a 3 days’ training  in the rural area around my sister Ellie’s cozy home in ‘Lith sur Meuse’. Walking alongside the rivers Maas and Waal is when the weather is good a perfect preparation. Nevertheless my work in Turkey is not conducive to training; somehow I cannot create the discipline, hence my condition as I get older …suffers.

Those who believe that the art of endurance walking is not to lead to any discomfort or even injuries are simply wrong. Here are a few…some of them known and walkers can live/walk with them: muscle pain, sprained ankles, blisters, ‘blacktop prickly heat’ (high temperatures heat up the asphalt roads and the dust gets all over one’s calves / an unpleasant but bearable prickly reddish result is called in Dutch ‘asfaltbrand’, which vanishes in a few days). All bearable. Other injuries are absolutely to avoid such: sheer exhaustion, heatstroke, dehydration, dizziness, and in my case during my training Shin Splint…runners and walkers get it when the training is too sudden too harsh. I combined my walking training with some racewalking which has a strong effect on the shins. And after 2 days I saw suddenly in Dedem/Batenburg before crossing the Maas with the tiny ferry we call ‘fietspontje’…a reddish part appearing just above my right foot. I was on my way to say hello to my nephew Henk in Bergharen…and as God had known all this: Henk is a retired and very experienced sports physical therapist. And he confirmed immediately what I feared…and suggested I may have to call off the 4Daagse and potentially also the planned hike around the Mont Blanc with my lady Biya a week later….WOW; I felt like being hit with a wet towel. I had planned all of this for months in terms of timing…and a shin splint could all change this planning.  Anyway, after checking with my friend Cor who is also a very experienced retired physician it was clear: ‘Ton, do not take e gamble on this’.
So I retreated and looked for plan B….change the daily 40kms into a 30 kms distance and walk slowly, take rests and put the legs up as much as possible. This proved to be an excellent adjustment as already during the warm day 1 the ambulances had to pick up and treat two dozen exhausted walkers. A different 4Daagse for me as normally I do some racewalking. This time it had to be changed and it worked out! Arriving in Nijmegen on Sunday early morning I went to the special mass for the walkers in the Saint Peter Canisius Church for an international pontifical catholic mass, celebrated by the Bishop of Utrecht, Mgr. Hoogenboom. ‘Eripe mede inimicis meis, Deus meus, et ab insurgentibus in me libera me. God please take away this enemy, and liberate me from this evil shin splint (a very liberal translation J). I felt increasingly better and also the next day when visiting my Brom-friend Jan Konings in Molenhoek…I thought I could do this 30 kms a day without too much risk.

So I walked with the ‘grey wolves’: to be eligible to walk only 30kms a day one has to be 60 years and not younger than that. No need to start too early in the morning: as of 6.15am I took off…and day 1 was nice / weather good/sunny and the reddish area on my leg became smaller…but was still there. Day 2 same same…and day 3, I felt the urge to start walking fast…a beautiful road between Mook and Groesbeek presenting rolling hilly terrain and walking in the shadows with fresh air amidst large trees.  I simply walked on fast and did not stop until Nijmegen where I arrived as the first of the 30 kms walkers….This felt good but had it endangered the status of my shin splint?  A good rest and sleep confirmed it had not.  And de facto, the splint simply vanished a few days later fully…in time for the 9 days mountain hike of the TMB (Trans Mont Blanc).

                                                       1st Day 7 kms before the finish / 11.am / past town of Elst

So…….this Walk of the World has now become part of my annual life! What does that really mean in terms of planning…. Every year as long as I can I will plan about 10/12days for this event: training and participating; and as a norm walk the 40kms a day distance. Once retired it is easier to build up my conditions and stamina. I should have then simply more time. It is not just the walk; staying with my sister Ellie for a few days in that very ‘Holland-looking’ area of the big Dutch rivers is wonderful. Staying with Antonet in an apartment overlooking the beauty of Nijmegen and receiving her hospitality is another big bonus. Visiting my nephew Henk and his wife Marijke with my sister and enjoy taking a rest in their lovely garden and catch up, is yet another pleasure to look forward to. Meeting all the ‘Brommers’ from my university days presents also another great treat. A bit hilarious but day 3 of the Walk is up and down with a few hills…and we always have beers around 4pm outside of a  bar just before the finish and see and welcome the ‘ones that know that they are walking but do not really realise it’. Some sore sights but it is all part of this endurance walk.
                                                                           
                                       3rd Day 14 kms before finish before entering Groesbeek

And then immediately after the Walk….shower, say thanks to my host Antonet, catch the train and ride to Eindhoven/Valkenswaard to see my best friends Cor and family, Gerard, Odi …and have BEERS….
Thanks to all including Ellie, Henk, Marijke, Antonet, Frie, Gerard, Annet, Wilma, Frits, Jan, and all the old friends of Kees whom I am  privileged to meet every year on the Sunday afternoon for a an adult beverage pick-nick in the Kronenburger park.
Most heard song of the Walk of the World this year the same as last year: ‘Country Road Take me Home’ by John Denver (the singer I met in Ouagadougou in 1985); he crashed with his plane a few years later…a legend!
                                                                   
                Left to Right: Gerard, Frits, Ton, Frie, Wilma, Jan, and Antonet / 'the Brommers' 
Stats:
I walked on Brooks shoes as usual; size 13 US
Good breakfast with special mashed oxen meat in the form of a sausage (’osseworst’ a Dutch old fashioned specialty)
Food intake just fresh fruits and water / plus an energy bar a day
About 40.000 steps every day / no stops
Very light gear and clothing
4th day some heavy rains early morning; I simply stopped twice and joined the crowds again.

Hope to be present again next year 2017.