JRRZZ Blog

Aw, it seems to be a monthly something, writing by blog. I didn’t plan it this way. It just happens. Hehe, shit happens.
Well, I’ve been to the screening of Pure Pwnage episode 9 in Rijswijk, the Netherlands. It shouldn’t be such a big deal, you know. I live in the same fcking small country so I figured I would be able to get there pretty quick. So I planned the trip together with a friend of mine. Well, it didn’t look that difficult. We had to take the train from Helmond to Rotterdam and hop over to the train to den Haag. Like stealing candy from a baby. After work, at 5pm, we left on our bicycles heading towards Helmond central. We were exactly on time. We parked our bikes out on front of the guarded bicycle thingy because it wouldn’t be open when we got back at 1am the next day. Up until Rijswijk everything went exactly like planned. There we were. Rijswijk. Never been there in my life. The first dude we saw was a guy who thought he was fcking neo or something walking like a real nigga with his arms wide out looking at young girl’s asses. Honestly, he was a loser of the first row. We ignored him. We got a map from Skrie, the guy who organized it all. We had to go south towards the industrial region. The first thing we kind of forgot was writing down Skie’s phone number. We just had to guess what direction south was. We guessed wrong. Duh, thanks Murphy! While we were walking though this residential area we decided it couldn’t be there. We were heading north. Going back south again we finally met our destination. It was pretty funny. You would normally expect a college to be pretty large with several tall buildings. This was just one medium sized building with a small one just outside of it. We had to be at the small one. The ‘soos’. After we got our tickets we went back to go the the pizza shop to grab a bit to eat before the movie started. It was a pretty empty shop. Three people with undutch roots were at work. Well, I couldn’t call it work. They were talking a bit. That was good, they obviously had some time for us. Wrong. They just kept on talking to each other totally ignoring us. After 5 minutes or so we left. I still question my self why I didn’t do anything about it. It was late though. We were back just on time to watch the show. Pure Pwnage 9 was a blast. It really pwned. Especially the first part with Doug. I didn’t like the dragon ball z kind of micro-balls they were throwing around. It was so not-PurePwnage. In the break we had a conversation with the dude behind the bar. Student life was so much different from ours back in Eindhoven. They didn’t even know what real beer was. Well, after telling the guy I couldn’t drink Heineken he offered a Wieckse Witte. That really saved me. Thanks! While drinking my beer I looked around. All the people were drinking a coke. They were even drinking coke from 1L pint glasses. I mean, I could really see the difference between us southerners and those people from the west of the country. Fcking soesjeseters. Anyway, we had to leave at once after the show. We had a train to catch. We didn’t drink the Red but there he was again. Murphy’s law. We missed it. We knew it was bad to miss that train. We didn’t remember why though. We found out in Rotterdam. There was no train going back to Helmond. No train back to Eindhoven. Not a single train going south. We were fcked. Royally. We had to wait six and a half hours in Rotterdam. Rotterdam isn’t my favorite city. Not by far. Ray Mears extreme survival lesson one: find a water and food resource. Luckily the super market wasn’t closed yet so we bought our food and drinks for the night. We walked a bit and found a bench where we could sit down and eat our freshly bought meals. Shortly after this homeless guy joined us for our meal. This brainless monkey was another alcohol addict. Some stupid monkeys can’t stand the stuff and get addicted. We finally thought up a better plan. Let’s get the first train south. We found one leaving for Utrecht. We bought some tickets and hopped on our train. We stopped in Delft. But wait a minute. Delft is up north! We got off our train and took the first train back to Rotterdam. We could ride back for free after explaining our problem to the personnel. Crap, back in the stinking pit filled with homeless monkeys and bad tempered feyenoord hooligans. We had to go south. It began to freeze outside. We got back to look if there wasn’t any train going back to Utrecht. After looking at the small print we noticed the train we were on did go to Utrecht. But because it was a night train it had to go to Schiphol airport first. Crap. We got on the same train we were on earlier and went to Utrecht. We were really happy this trip to Utrecht took about two and an half hours because the train was the only warm spot we could go to. In Utrecht we were really stuck. There wasn’t any train going down south. We survived at least for four hours at Utrecht centraal. It was cold. Really cold. In the middle of the station’s square there was this fake wooden Bavaria pub. It had these heaters hanging outside of it and they forgot to turn them off. That was our single lucky thing the entire trip. They kept us warm next to the occasional exercise of walking around in Utrecht’s mall. Finally we were able to go back to Eindhoven. We knew that there wouldn’t be any train in between of ‘s Hertogenbosch and Eindhoven. We had to take the bus. The friendly lady at the other end of the speaker in the train told us there would be busses waiting for use to go to Eindhoven. We got out, no busses. Nothing. We had to wait for another fcking thirty minutes at minus two degrees for the bus. I almost fell asleep in that bus. Back in Eindhoven we easily grabbed the train back to Helmond. Back in Helmond we were happy our bicycles were still there. But the chain was loose. Huh? Breaking the chain but letting the bikes alone? It was police work. On one of the bikes was a piece of paper saying we shouldn’t park our bicycles there. Where should we have put it? I mean, there was no place to put them at that time. We went home. A trip that normally would have taken us about two hours took us almost nine hours. I won’t forget the freezing cold though. I can’t say I feel sorry for the homeless monkey that bothered us. But surviving on the Dutch streets sure takes some skill. I even used my micro to keep myself warm. Like Doug once said: My hand are shaking, my hands are shaking, my heart’s beating, my heart’s beating but I’m still shooting! I’m still getting the headshots! Boom headshot! Yeah! Well, I kinda fell that way. Thanks Doug, for keeping us warm.