Saturday, 29 August 2009

Laatste dag op Wton Police Station

This is my last shift for now, and I'm sort of looking forward to it to end, as these days have been utterly exhausting. Especially being totally hyped up at the end of my shifts and coming home, having unrestful sleeps, processing my experiences.

Again another team tonight, I think we've seen them all but one. All faces start to look like each other, can't remember who I've seen before and who I haven't. At the briefing we hear that this team is top of the line with the amount of bail checks they have done, and that they need to be on the lookout for a stolen car.

The pair I'm teamed up with is going out immediately, starting with bail checks. While we're under way a request comes in to go to Tory Street, to an overheated argument between a taxi driver and two drivers of a towaway truck, who clamped the taxi and are preparing to tow it away. The officers explain that they usually try to avoid Courtney Place (uitgaansgebied waar iedereen dronken is), keeping far away of that area at all on weekend nights, as before you know it you're tied up in that area for the rest of the night, not getting any work done. So Courtney Place is for Team Policing (whatever that might be).

The Tory Street (Iraqi) taxi driver was just off Courtney Place, threw in the 'racism-card' and his amount of kids, as he wasn't going to pay the $190 fine. But in the end he did. The guys I was with weren't looking forward to this one, as they found taxi drivers the worst, could be there argumenting for ages, and these people usually blame racism for everything that happens to them.

After this we continued to Owhiro Bay for a bail check. What a tiny streets Wellington has, and quite windy. Don't eat too much before you head out with cops in their cars! The young boy we checked wasn't home, something the previous team found out already. So this guy will be arrested some time in the near future.
We were quiet in the car, as I was really tired, but still had a good time. It was a beautiful clear night there at the coast with lots of stars. Another check in Island Bay a few doors further down the road - this guy was at home - when a request came in to go to Wadestown.

We were the only unit available, so headed out of town. It was not a priority job - a man, his wife and a neighbour had heard some people trying to break in the couple's car as the alarm went off. When they looked out of the window the offenders were gone, but a few minutes later came back and tried to get in the car again. After yelling at them, they sped off.

When we arrived a dog handler was at the scene, but the dog couldn't pick up the scent. We took a statement from the man (who was wearing a cute robe) and his neighbour, when we heard that the dog handler found 2 young boys on the street. One of the cops and myself went to see the boys and interview them. They were 15 and guilty as of course with their vague stories of their whereabouts, but there was nothing to prove, as the complainants hadn't had the chance to get a good look at them. They were already sort of known by the police, one for theft at his school and the other for assault (as skinny as he was), just bored spoilt brats. One of the boys' father appeared to be a certain actor in Shortland Street, which the boy found quite cool, but Jake, the cop, said he never watched Shortland Street.

The boys were underway to their mate, and when asked who this mate was, both the dog handler and Jake went like 'O, that guy'. Known for armed assault or something like that, a nice guy so to say. The dog handler went off to pay this mate a visit and see what he's up to, and Jake and myself plus the two boys waited for our 2nd officer to come back from the house where he was taking a statement. It was really windy there in Wadestown!
After 15 mins or so the dog handler came back, the boys were free to go, and while they went away he yelled that their mate was crying now. The eyes of those boys! Their cool mate, crying! When the boys were a couple of meters away the dog handler said to us: 'he's not.'

And that was that. The plan was to go back to the Station for a quick coffee and to get some breath analysis equipment. It was getting that time in the night where you could be successful getting some drunk drivers. After the break it would be around 2am and the end of my shift. Well, the break never happened; first we thought we saw a suspicious car, which we turned around for and never saw again, chasing a shadow through the windy roads in Wadestown at high speed. Then we had to race into town as a group of 4 taggers (spuitbus spuiters) was making their way through Mt Vic.

Of all those shifts I think what I most liked of all was the speeding through town, cutting corners, screaming tires, crossing intersections! I liked the sound of the car engine too, I found that really cool.
So we sped from Wadestown to Mt Vic, found fresh tags, but no taggers. As this was very close to home, I could as well be dropped off now. At 1.30am or so I was back home, revved up for the last time...

It has been good!


Over 3 weken komen we naar Nederland. Nog 2 weken 'gewoon' werken voor mij en dan 1 (hele lange) week gevuld met een seminar voor 14 District Managers Intelligence waarvan ik de organisator ben. Het programma daarvoor bevat dagen van 8 uur 's ochtends tot 8.30 uur 's avonds, eindigt op vrijdag en dan zondag het vliegtuig in, lekker voor me uit staren.
Het tennis seizoen begint volgende week weer, hockey eindigt de week voor we naar NL gaan, de golf ladies league begint bijna, net als de Hockey Masters. Het is lente per 1 September, New Zealand ontwaakt!

Friday, 28 August 2009

Dag 3 op Wton Police Station

This time a shift from 6-10pm on Thursday night. Trisha and I are being welcomed in The Watch House again, and wait for the sr Sergeant to come and fetch us and bring us upstairs to the Muster Room. This is not shift handover time, and we step in the middle of the current shift. All quite quiet though. Trisha can come along on a callout while we're still in the Watch House, and I'm reading the paper.

After a brief conversation with an Officer whether Holland is a province or a country (both), I am being picked up, brought upstairs and linked with Lisa and Lewis. Going on tonight at the moment is a drunk who did a grab in the cashbox from a bus driver (lots of paperwork - is it a robbery or just a drunk?) and a guy who punched his girlfriend. The guy has been picked up, is downstairs being interviewed by Lisa, and Lewis is working on the paperwork accompanying this case. Bringing someone in is nice, but the mountain of work afterwards needs to be dealt with rather sooner than later, as these offenders will appear in court the next day. Which means that the file needs to be ready.

Lewis works with me through a Family Violence booklet and the systems he is using to complete the file. Lisa will check his work before it goes to the Sergeant in charge and it is interesting to see how all Officers mentor (and drill) each other with their paperwork in the Muster Room.

Nothing much is happening, I have some time to clear my emails, which is handy, and Trisha and her crew are back too. After a short while they head out again as the speed tickets targets need to be realised and Wellington is not there at all yet. Because my crew is working on their paperwork not much is happening for me. I'm being linked to another crew instead who head out to Newlands. They have to ask a person who's car is being wrecked in an accident if he has car insurance. This person doesn't have a phone...

In the car we have a lively conversation about everyday frustrations.
  • the vests they're wearing are really hot. And the pockets on the front don't close properly so they lose a lot of equipment all the time;
  • who on earth decided to give them woolen pants?? Well, if you live in the land of sheep you're doomed I'm afraid...
  • if you clip the taser on (on the thigh) and get seated, it is pointing towards your face;
  • the shirts they're wearing have replaced the cotton shirts, as these were too hot under the vests. But the shirt is only available with short sleeves. So if you want to have warm arms, you can wear a jersey on top of your shirt. But you have to prop that under your vest, which is really uncomfortable;
  • to operate the sirens, bells and whistles in the car, you have a small console with heaps of buttons to operate while you're driving with high speed. This is located near the handbrake. Ever tried in the dark to fumble with tiny buttons somewhere near your butt while you rather have your eyes on the road?
  • and these button consoles have been placed over the bottle holders, so now there's nowhere to place your bottle with water.
After our little trip to Newlands we're back at the Station. Trish and her crew scored 3 speed tickets in an hour, which is a good result. Again time for paperwork, a chat here and there, and for me some more emails.

Then the Sr Sergeant came to me, asking me if I wanted to go out for a ride. Sounds good, so off we went together. That was the most exciting part of the evening! With sirens and the speed of light we arrived in Island Bay 2 minutes later. It definitely helps to move quickly around town, those bells and whistles. Two other police cars had already arrived; there was a drunk guy who had kicked in a window of the front door of his ex (of 6 years ago). There was Trisha too, sitting on the couch with an Officer who was taking a statement.

The Sr Sergeant and myself walked forwards and backwards to the cops who were dealing with the situation - he said he had a nice role, he could pick and choose the jobs to attend, driving around on his own, overseeing and supporting the Constables. Eventually all the others went off, taking the drunk offender, and ending their shifts with overtime as this case needed to be filed for court tomorrow. We stayed to take a statement from the ex-girlfriend, going through the same Family Violence booklet as Lewis did at the start of my shift. Then at 11.30pm or so the Sr Sergeant dropped me off at home.

Dikke aardbeving

Nu eens wel een aardbeving gevoeld, en een dikke ook! We lagen in bed en ik werd wakker van aanzwellend gerommel, gevolgd door een flinke zwieper, waarbij het hele bed heen en weer ging en overal gekraak in de muren.

En toen was het weer over.

Age ook wakker, dacht ook dat het een aardbeving was. Ik wist het wel zeker, nadat ik het een tijd geleden eens met een collega over aardbevingen had gehad en zij zei dat je ze vaak kunt horen aankomen.

Verder niks aan de hand, maar het bleek 5.2 geweest te zijn, met de komende week naschokken van rond de 4 verwacht. Ik las in de krant dat er geen schade was ofzo, maar wel mensen wiens douchdeuren uit elkaar knalden. Dat lijkt me een interessante manier van wakker worden om 2 uur 's nachts.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Dag 2 op Wton Police Station

[verslag in het Engels, want als email verstuurd naar mn collega's]

Day 2 at Wton Police Stn for me is a night shift. Trisha and I ride along from 10.30pm till 2ish in the morning. Upon arrival we see the same crew from yesterday; they are almost at the end of their shift. And having McDonalds for tea. I find that utterly shocking; these people eat nothing but rubbish on their shifts! A catering contract with Wishbone or something like that can't be that difficult to organise I think?

Even before the start of the night crew's briefing Trisha's disappeared with her pair of cops, due to a call out. No idea where they're heading off to, but I won't see her again tonight.

I am taking part in the briefing, nothing much there, no further information about the expected nasty stuff from yesterday, and all the armour is gone too. During the briefing there's a call about someone who's gone missing in the Botanic Gardens, so that's where I am heading to with my crew. I get a yellow Police vest and a huge torch and off we go. It appears that a group of students were playing 'hide and seek' or something like that in the Botanic Gardens, and one of them didn't appear after 15 mins. So they called the cops. It was a bit early to start a full Search & Rescue operation, and after a statement of 2 of the students, we were gone again.

While we were underway to the Botanic Gardens a call came in that someone had died suddenly and that a crew needed to go to the hospital to deal with the family and the paperwork. We were underway to the Botanic Gardens, so it wasn't us. Phew. But because we were done there so quickly it suddenly was us, going to the hospital. They didn't want for me to start in the morgue, so another crew got summoned to the hospital to pick me up there. In the meantime I could as well come along with my crew to see what they were doing. I think at that time I wasn't sort of enjoying my shift, didn't know what to expect, well at least a dead body...
We then heard the lost student had been found - at home.

Just when we entered the emergency ward of the hospital- full with people sitting and waiting to be treated, and beds in the corridors with people on them, it really was just like I'd entered some sort of movie - my pick up crew had arrived. I got in the car, but we didn't leave as another body had come in just a few minutes before! I was my lucky day for sure. So my pick up crew suddenly had to deal with this dead person, and a 3rd car was summoned to the hospital to pick me up. That could take a while, so I could as well go back to my first crew - who were dealing with the first dead body.

And before I knew it I was back in the emergency ward, in a sort of open plan morgue, shut with a curtain, with a bed in the middle with a Dead Body on it covered with a sheet, 2 mourning family members, one cop taking a statement or getting information from them, and a doctor with whom the other cop was dealing. Gosh. And I was still holding on to my torch!
Apparently all sudden deaths are being treated as suspicious by the Police, so people peacefully dying at home have to be seen by cops, family interviewed, etc. all to rule out any murders or whatever.

Kath, one of my Police crew asked me 'how are you with dead bodies'? I said that I had no idea. She said that they were going to undress the guy, to give his clothes back to the family - the family had said farewell and gone away by then - and if I had a morbid interest I was more than happy to... don't know what exactly. I didn't know if I wanted to flee or actually felt a sliver of morbid interest. I watched them undress the body, noticed that dead people are not supportive in any way, so arms were flying all over the place.

The doctor in charge asked me who I was and what I did there and as soon as he found out I was a training adviser he wrote his name on a piece of paper and told me to tell the world that he thinks very high of Wellington Police, that they are extremely helpful and competent. A big fan obviously.

Then my 3rd pick-up crew arrived - the pommies as they were called. Two huge blokes from the UK and now working in Wellington since 8 months. I was in the car with them for the rest of my shift, and that was quite enjoyable as we were very curious towards each other, being immigrants. I think we've chatted continuously, cruising through Wellington, once with Sirens and Lights, chat chat chat.

We went back to the station after a while, it was quite quiet in town, picked up a form with offenders on bail to check up on them, and went out again. Each offender who is on bail gets once or twice per night a knock on the door to check if they're at home. Burglars for example are not allowed to leave their homes during the night. So we checked one guy if he was in his bed, apparently he was, and then the pommies dropped me off at home at 2am.

En toen was ik zo revved up dat ik dacht helemaal niet te kunnen slapen, en ik wilde Age al mn avonturen vertellen maar die werkte niet echt lekker mee midden in de nacht. Blijkbaar heb ik goed geslapen, want Age vertelde me dat ie keihard geniesd had - normaal gesproken word ik daar wakker van en ook erg kwaad - en nog het raam heeft opengedaan. Niks van gemerkt.

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Dag 1 op Wellington Police Station

Up to Wton Police Station today for a good look in the frontline Cop-kitchen. The next 4 days my colleague Trisha and I will be riding along with the friendly staff there. This afternoon starts with the line-up, where we look at pictures of ugly looking released offenders through a powerpoint, as well as a targeting area for car thefts. Not too much going on. A round of questions of who wanted what type of pizza for tonight.

Trisha starts out in the car, while I'd like to get a look of The Watchhouse. One of the team shows me the prison cells and paperwork that comes with a prisoner, but not much excitement here at the moment as all cells are empty.
Back at The Watchhouse I'm having an interesting conversation with the Sergeant about his work, the team and training. People start to pay for their pizza's, while others have difficulties making a choice.

Then suddenly something is going on - 2 arrested people at the same time down in the prison cells area. One an unhealthy looking boy under 17, who doesn't want to be strip-searched and because of his resistance his $160 t-shirt rips apart, after which he starts to sob. He had breached his bail, but doesn't want to be with his parents. He also doesn't want to be in prison, and he doesn't want to go to Rimutaka Prison (the 'real deal') either. The guys from the team tell him that he'll be going to Rimutaka if he keeps going on like this. He's been picked up by Youth Aid a short while later.

Then the other guy, a big fella. Not impressed, very friendly, has been here before obviously. He's brought in because of using someone else's or fake cheques. One look in the system brings up 44 similar offences...

That was a lot of excitement and I still hadn't been in the car! Then one pair of cops was going out to a certain suburb to arrest some guy. I could come along and then be dropped off at home. While we were under way - really nearly where we needed to be, a request came in to get back to the CBD, to the Freemasons Headquarters (vrijmetselaars) as they got a bomb threat earlier that day. Took a statement from the manager there and off we went again to arrest that guy I was just talking about. Nearly in Hataitai now to drop me off at home, another request came in to come back to the Station. This could only be a grotty job, according to the team, with bodies or something like that, as both patrol cars were called back.

First of all the pizza orders were confirmed, then all members of the team were asked to 'tool up' so to say, with their Glock's and a Bushmaster (een of ander groot geweer) for the car. Based on fresh intel they're expecting something nasty in the coming days. If I wouldn't mind staying in the car if all hell breaks loose...
After this we get in the car again - driving around armed doesn't happen too often apparently, when I asked about it - and finally, 2.5 hours after the first attempt, I'll be dropped off at home.

Morgen meer... dan een night shift.

Trisha kwam met haar crew in een search & rescue operatie terecht, waarbij een vrouw ergens in de bush van het pad raakte en haar enkel brak. De politie heeft uren (natuurlijk in de stromende regen in het donker) gezocht en haar uiteindelijk gevonden. Trisha heeft 2 uur in de auto doorgebracht, want ze had geen geschikte outdoor uitrusting aan... dus ofwel een boek mee de volgende keer, of grote rubber laarzen!

Sunday, 23 August 2009

En ons bezoek is weer weg

Donderdagavond kwamen Marc en Marian weer terug uit Ohakune, ze hebben zelfs een keer of wat de zon gezien op de berg, dus hun snowboardvakantie was helemaal geslaagd. Het zou zelfs kunnen dat ze na wat vriendelijke feedback van onze kant en die van onze fans nu weer wat aan hun blog gaan doen. Moet wel van de kant van Marian komen, want Marc vindt er geen klap aan, een blog onderhouden.

Vrijdag heb ik thuisgewerkt, omdat er een ramen-meneer langs zou komen die twee grote ramen in de woonkamer eruit zou halen, opnieuwvastkitten en er weer inzetten en tevens wat rottend hout vervangen. Dit is allemaal redelijk gelukt - er zit nog wel wat afwerking aan hier en daar, maar in ieder geval komt er geen water meer door naar binnen.
Ik heb de hele vrijdag filmpjes zitten selecteren die ik zou kunnen gebruiken voor een Leadership Development sessie. Klinkt leuk, was het ook wel, maar je wordt er bijzonder gaar van. 's Avonds zijn we uit eten geweest met M&M.

Gisteren was een superdagje in Martinborough, waar we met z'n vieren gegolfd hebben. Nou, we hebben wel eens betere dagen gekend, golf-wise. Verschrikkelijk. Leverde wel hilarische momenten op en we konden massaal de broeken verwisselen nadat Marc ongeveer 20 slagen nodig had om ergens op de fairway z'n bal van de grond te krijgen - hij sloeg er steeds overheen!

Die avond moest ik ook nog hockeyen, tegen de 'Indians' - vroeg me al af waarom dat team zo heette, nou na een blik op het team wist ik het, het waren allemaal India-ers! Er blijkt hier dus een Indiase hockeyclub te zitten...
Ze wonnen met 2-1, het was een goeie wedstrijd, maar helaas.

En toen vannacht om 4 uur Marc en Marian naar het vliegveld gebracht - het is toch altijd wat met dat bezoek uit Australie. Daarna weer lekker naar bed, ontbijtje in Island Bay en toen aan het werk: ik onderzoeksverslagen nakijken, wassen en kozijnen verven en Age hout besteld voor een boekenkast, een zaag gekocht en een rondje gefietst.

Deze week wordt trouwens interessant; ik ga 4 dagen mee met de politie de auto in/de straat op!

Wednesday, 19 August 2009


Afgelopen weekend zijn we naar de mountain gegaan, zoals ze dat hier op het Noord-Eiland zeggen. Age had Marc en Marian vrijdagmiddag opgehaald van het vliegveld; die hadden er al een reis van 10 uur uit Perth opzitten. Ziva wegbrengen, mij ophalen van het werk en toen rond 4 uur op pad, net voor het weekendverkeer uit. De weersvoorspellingen leken helemaal niet zo gunstig, we moesten nog zien of we uberhaupt aan skien zouden toekomen, maar onderweg was het prima met af en toe een spatje regen.

We hebben diverse keren geprobeerd onderweg een aardig restaurantje te vinden om wat te eten, maar dat bleek moeilijker dan gedacht. Uiteindelijk een soort van stube gevonden met de temperatuur van een sauna, compleet met houten panelen, en daar een behoorlijk teleurstellende maaltijd gegeten. Vooral de 8 aardappelkroketten, pardon - aardappelknikkers, waren een groot succes.
Het huisje vinden was ook een avontuur op zich in het donker, net als het de-activeren van het alarm en het openen van het sleutelkluisje. Maar eenmaal binnen was het hartstikke leuk!

Op zaterdagochtend hebben we het rustig aangedaan, lekker uitslapen, pannekoekjes gebakken, je kent het wel. We hadden al zo'n gevoel dat de berg dicht was, omdat het nogal hard waaide, dus namen alle tijd. En dat bleek dus ook zo te zijn: je kon niet skien op zaterdag. Bovendien was het vrij warm, een graad of 14 beneden in het dorp en op 1600 m was het 7 graden. We hebben nog wel even boven gekeken; het was er koud en nat en het waaide een halve storm! Een stuk lager op de berg kun je mooi wandelen, wat we ook gedaan hebben - hier scheen de zon en was het heerlijk lenteweer.

's Avonds hadden we onze 'big night in', wat zoveel betekent als lekker thuisblijven, stoofpot eten, borrelen, yahtzeeen en trivianten met een versie uit de 90's. We stikten er zowat in - de triviant dan he.
Zondagochtend weer rustig aan gedaan, het regende pijpestelen dus weer niet skien.... dachten we. Tot we om een uur of 12 eens naar de vvv gingen en er daar achter kwamen dat de berg wel open was. Alle hens aan dek - omkleden en gaan! Wat een troep moet je altijd meeslepen trouwens: warmtespul, mutsen, handschoenen, sjaals...

De berg oprijdend kwamen ons een boel auto's tegemoet; het was vast niet plezierig skien in de regen - die overging in hagel met natte sneeuw. En zo bleef het: je zag geen kont daar boven, alles was wit, mist, sneeuw, hagel en regen, later ook nog wind erbij. In de stoeltjeslift zag je nauwelijks de stoeltjes voor je en op de piste moest je van markering naar markering want je kon echt niet zien waar je heen moest. Goeie sneeuw om op te skien, dus we hebben er wel van genoten. Maar na 3.5 uur gezandstraald te zijn en bovendien doorweekt (skipakken kunnen beter tegen sneeuw dan regen) hadden we het wel gezien en zijn we weer terug naar ons huisje gegaan. Age en ik lekker gedouched en na een kopje thee weer fijn naar huis - nog steeds in de regen.

Marc en Marian zijn nog in Ohakune, komen morgenavond weer naar Wton en gaan op zondag richting Perth.

Sunday, 9 August 2009


[Achterlijke foto van ons in Nelson, in de huiskamer van ons appartementje. Geen gordijnen, zoals je ziet...]

We zijn dit weekend erg productief geweest. Wat hebben we zoal gedaan?
  • Eindelijk een huisje geregeld voor volgend weekend! We gaan namelijk skien op Mt Ruapehu met Marc en Marjan, die uit Perth komen overgevlogen voor een weekje NZ. Eens kijken of we het nog kunnen.

  • Ik heb een hockeywedstrijd gehad, in werkelijk prachtig weer. Gewonnen met 3-0. Klinkt makkelijk, maar de eerste twee doelpunten vielen al in de eerste 10 minuten. Daarna ging het zeer gelijk op en in de laatste 10 minuten viel de derde goal.

  • We willen een boekenkast in de study. Nu hebben we uitputtend alle opties bekeken dit weekend, en blijkt dat Ikea's Billy de beste en vooral meest betaalbare optie is. Alleen: we hebben in NZ geen Ikea!! We hebben Marc al overgehaald om 120kg Billy als extra bagage mee te nemen uit Perth deze week, maar de afzonderlijke pakketten zijn te zwaar voor Qantas, dus dat wordt niks. Het invliegen van Billy (inmiddels omgedoopt tot Mårk) was nog steeds goedkoper dan hier een boekenkast kopen of zelf maken! Age is nu nog aan het uitzoeken wat shipping van Sydney zou moeten kosten. We zullen zien, het is al een echte saga aan het worden. Jullie mogen wel blij zijn met je Ikea, de troep die ze hier verkopen is echt verschrikkelijk.
[Een straat in Nelson]
  • We hebben gordijnen besteld voor in de slaapkamer.

  • We hebben accommodatie geboekt voor onze 'midweek' in Singapore

  • We hebben onze paspoorten naar de ambassade gebracht, want voor onze Singapore-stint moeten deze minimaal 6 maanden geldig zijn, en ze waren nog maar 5.5 mnd geldig. Grrrr. Nadat de ambassade ons nieuwe paspoorten geeft ergens in de komende weken, moeten we ons visum nog laten overzetten bij immigration.

  • Ik heb de thermal lining van een aantal gordijnen eraf gehaald, en gewassen en ontschimmeld. De ramen die van enkel glas zijn zijn vaak nat en daar hangen dan de gordijnen continu tegenaan. Dit levert schimmel op, ja erg smerig, maar onvermijdelijk.

  • En tot slot: Age heeft het meeste houtwerk hier binnen bij de kozijnen met verfafbijtmiddel aangevallen en de lak eraf gekrabt en toen de planken geschuurd. Ik erachteraan met polyurethane en kwast en dat wat we nog konden doen bij daglicht ziet er veelbelovend uit. Het was een lekkere coctail van gifgassen hier in huis vandaag: afbijtmiddel, oxyaction voor de schimmel, chloor voor de schimmel, lak, mjammie. Morgen gaat Age verder - want meneer heeft deze maandag vrij.
[Waimea Inlet bij Mapua (Nelson), 100m. van ons appartementje af. Het is eb.]

Sunday, 2 August 2009

De vlag kan uit!

Ik heb 's Hollandsch hockey-eer hoog gehouden, jawel! De druk was ook niet te min, nee nee, zodra men erachter komt dat je een Nederlander bent, dan word je automatisch tot sterspeler van het team gebombardeerd!

Maar laat ik nou net vandaag de kop goed hebben staan en echt vakwerk afleveren: prachtige passes, steeds op de juiste plek staan, 2 doelpunten gescoord en aan de basis van 2 andere doelpunten gestaan. Ik was dan ook zeer pleased met mezelf. Met dank aan mijn nieuwe schoenen en sokken.

Wist je dat men hier niet hockeyt op hockeyschoenen maar op trail running shoes? Dat zijn hardloopschoenen met extra grip voor als je de bush in gaat. Ik dus een paar van die schoenen kopen, zitten heerlijk, en uitgeprobeerd tijdens mijn tenniswedstrijd van gisteren (op het kunstgrasveld). Werkelijk, ik had af en toe wat te veel grip - stond nu en dan zomaar stil!

O, en er waren ineens ook weer 2 nieuwe regels waar ik niks van wist. Je mag met een lange corner niet meer voor het doel langs spelen (waarom niet??) en als je na een overtreding de bal uitneemt, dan mag je 'm zelf houden - je hoeft niet naar iemand anders te spelen, je kunt er zo zelf mee wegrennen. Dat is erg raar als je die regel niet kent!

Age is nu de eer aan het hooghouden, hij is tennis interclub aan het spelen. Dat wordt met de voeten omhoog op de bank vanavond! En hij heeft zowaar zonnebrandcreme op. Weet je wat dat betekent?? Lente! Bloesem! 15 graden! En harde wind...