Gaasperplas Park and Wild Camping

Amsterdan, Netherlands- Once we got our van legs (and officially became house-less) we started our journey into the unknown.  We had to part with some of our fav items.  To think everything I owned was going to fit in the van was quite freeing.  My materialistic nature was hit hard. But once I started living for the day instead of acquiring merch for my apartment, I was launched into a more self reliant, carefree state.

 

The first few nights we didn’t go far, but we did go wild!  Wild camping is simple…kinda. Find a place, park your van or pop your tent and sleep there.   Amsterdam is full of parks and green space that isn’t necessarily meant for wild camping but also not especially banning it…yet  Part of this experience was learning a bit of civil disobedience.  That night, hanging out in the same clothes I had worn the day before, I ate my veggies and for the first time in my life I didn’t have a plan.GaasperplasAfter a lifetime of being told what to do, where to go, how to be etc. by friends, family, the government and society as a whole, I began to manage myself. Sometimes we follow the rules so blindly, without questioning why or how they came to be or who is proclaiming them.   Although uncomfortable, putting myself in a position of unknown outcomes helped build my confidence and acquire new strategies for accepting the world as it is, while simultaneously striving for positive change and real freedom.

 

I discovered some awesome aspects of my life that I was too busy to notice before.  Being a good caretaker for Rolfie and providing him with more exercise and a better quality of life was something that gave me so much joy!  I rediscovered oil painting, crochet and writing.  I began to renegotiate the idea of waiting for “The Golden Years” to pursue interests.  Put off living a full life now so you live your dream when your arthritic episodes are almost as frequent as your hemorrhoid flares!

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Prior to this, my pursuit of happiness had devolved into the pursuit of cash, buying “experiences” or things and showing them off.  Sounds dumb, but even after 30 years, I had yet to realize this was happening to me apart from relating to song lyrics and being drawn to some shitty wall art I thought about buying from TJ Maxx.  IMG_6011

Shortly after noticing the odometer was in kilometers per hour and not miles, I  began to let go of the idea that having money equates to an ability to navigate life.  It is hard to describe the excitement and anxiety, isolation and connectedness I felt with each night’s new destination.  I was finally humbled by life, on the beach, with a beer and my best friend.

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It’s a Campervan! Well, sort of?!?

Ganzenhof, Amsterdam- When I first set out to live in the van,  I had to practice a bit first.  Well, driving for one.  Not really knowing how to drive a manual, I kept stalling out in 1st gear.  I texted my dad about the horrors.  He revealed a secret…start in 2nd.  I employed this new tactic I was quickly on my way to campervan freedom, well, “unassuming work van” freedom.  Secondly, how does one find a suitable place in the words of Harry the Cat, (my wild and recently deceased grandfather) to “shit, shower and shave?”  We had a lot of work to do on this baby.

While still paying rent and having a safe place to go back to in case something happened, which it did- we were able to “practice” our camping skillz both in the city and in the true gems of Holland (outside of Amsterdam).  We also wanted to try storing food, cooking and generally being in a van with a large dog for many hours.  Rolfie also had to learn some manners.  IMG_5267.JPG

We took the van for a spin.  “Let’s see how far we can go!” before I have a anxiety attack.  The first place we went was De Hoge Veluwe National Park.  We arrived and these people wanted €20 to enter.  First rule of living in a van, STOP.SPENDING.MONEY.  We didn’t really need to see the park, we just needed to feel detached from city life.   The Dutch are infamous for their BBQs!  BBQ in the park, BBQ in the street, BBQ on a boat.  So that is just what we did.

We drove out of the parking lot and down the road to a smaller lot with good scenery.  We started up the BBQ.  Being vegetarian or vegan was ideal for us because cooking meat is messy and storage can turn ugly if you don’t have the luxury of a fridge. We ate, drank a beer, smoked a jonje and walked down the many paths throughout the village.  I was also crocheting scoodies at the time so we had a photoshoot.

We made it back to Ganzenhof just in time to find some awesome van furniture in the “rest” or garbage as the Yanks say!  If you ever need fine 18th century bujairs or an antique, totally perfect, unbroken mirror just peruse the sidewalks of The Jordaan on Sunday night.  These people’s garbage is any normal person’s diamond in the fucking rough and it is perfectly err, normal to go garbage diving.  Now, living in Ireland, I dream of the day of my return to Amsterdam to load up the van with loot on a Sunday night!

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