Ek het ook n plan gehad om vir Vaalbaas gou hallo te se, maar ons is eers na die middag verby Gouda en dinge raak toe klaar agter. Gouda mag bitter klein wees, maar dit lyk bietjie wyd versprei daar in die oos dorp kant.
Ons bereik toe ons eerste stop, Die Albertinia Hotel.
My pa het destyds daar gebly vir n paar weke toe hy aflos as n bankklerk, hy het my nog so half skaam vertel dat hy in die aand by die venster uit gepie het want sy kamer het nie n toilet gehad nie en dit was koud.
Hy was toe nog jonk en ongetroud, so dit moet seker meer as sestig jaar terug wees.
I will swop to a bit of english now.
The hotel was as expected and had a real former colonial feel , something from a era long ago.
Fire places, oil lamps, lush carpets, deep chairs . something where the Queen of England will not feel out of place.
We had to orientate chappie abit about manners, he soon learnt to read above the doors which areas are out of bounds for him.
(The ladies bar)
We had the greatest of dinners, met a very nice Mrs Smith whom is the owner or something, a stately woman.
The bedding in the room is just to much and I could not sleep snug with the ex.
The next morning we had a great spread of breakfast in a different dining room, all from fruit , jogurt, cereal to a order from the kitchen.
when we went to check out Mrs Smith walked pass very perplexed, we engaged in a conversation and apparently their bottle store was not allowed to be open on a sunday anymore, I found that strange that any bottle store was allowed to be open on a sunday. But that was the law of the their town.
She did mention that she was prepared to spend time in jail
