posted on Dec, 1 2017 @ 11:56 AM
a reply to: BASSPLYR
Feels strange huh? I did something similar (a much smaller distance than you though!) 25 years ago together with my Dad of all people. England was in
a major recession, parents had just lost the shop they rented and I was made homeless.
We left England with a one-way ticket to a new country and 100 quid in cash and an agreement that English friends would collect us from the bus depot
and house us free for our first month or two. Within a week or two we had work and within a couple of months we had our own flat.
Oh, and we didn't speak a single word of Dutch either. (It took me several years to learn it, the hard way lol. I never studied due to working shifts,
I learned it by ear. Hours and hours of listening to Dutch people talk around me at work, asking the odd question (in English) when necessary)
I never looked back but then I hated England and couldn't wait to leave.
The only thing that disappointed me is that after a while, I never heard from so-called friends again. But hey, I was the one that left and they
couldn't be bothered to make the effort. Fine by me!
Oh, and one other thing. I don't know if you have any strong physical or emotional connection to certain food products but the most difficult thing in
the beginning was missing all the stuff we had been used to buying/eating. To my extreme horror there was no damn Marmite anywhere to be found! The
bacon here sucks and the meat seemed quite different too. It takes time but for my family at least, it was worth it in the end. They all went back to
England years ago due to family illness. I ain't never going back, not even in a box.
I won't wish you luck as that implies a chance of failure so instead I will say
Good onya cobber, I hear the shrimps are ripper and it'll be a piece of piss, no worries! London to a brick, apparently.
I hope I got that right.