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Maandelijks archief van augustus, 2015

Captain Kuzco

sail

Kuzco lay down on his chair, and exhaled with great content. He knocked the dottle from his pipe. ‘There. I won’t be needing this for a while.’ Giving one last cough, putting the pipe back in his box again. The last few days were wonderful. Kuzco had an important job to do. The Sail event was coming to town, and because he lives in IJmuiden harbour, off course he had to set sail. He was to accompany the largest tall ship. Without his help, it would be impossible to sail through the IJmuiden lock complex to the Port of Amsterdam. So he put his cap on like any captain would, along with his special pipe, the captain’s pipe. He asked two of his best friends to join him on this special occasion. He knew they would prove valuable crew members, because the very first time Kuzco set foot on a ship, they were there with him.  So seeing it’s Sail only once every five years, and to sail next to the leading ship, is quite an honour to be at.

‘You will be my sea men Nanouk and Duco. I will need your help, so listen carefully to my instructions.’ Nanouk and Duco were extremely excited. The channel was full of ships sailing next to each other, big and small, short and long. There must have been hundreds. But they all stayed behind captain Kuzco’s ship, because he had to stay near the leading ship.

at helm

Off course all went smooth. Where would they be without captain Kuzco’s expertise. ‘We must pay attention now friends, the wind is getting stronger. Nanouk, if you will stand at the helm, I will navigate. And you Duco, keep an eye on everything that’s happening on the water, and blow your whistle when somethings wrong.’ Aye-aye sir ’, both Nanouk and Duco took their duty serious.

sailor stories

The wind kept blowing strong, and Nanouk asked captain Kuzco to tell of his adventures on the sea. And between navigating, he told of the seagulls he had to chase, and of his ball getting lost in the current. And just when he wanted to start a new story, Duco blew his whistle.

whistle

‘Oh no, captain, someone fell from the mast of that tall ship, and it just sails on. We need to help him get out of the water!’ ‘You’re right Duco, we need to help him. Nanouk, steer to port side, and Duco, pull the man out of the water, then you and I must sit opposite from Duco, otherwise we will tumble. I will jump on the man’s chest to reanimate him and lick him until he regains consciousness.’

rescue-squad

The young man was so happy he was saved by captain Kuzco and his crew. When they reached the Port of Amsterdam, the young man took captain Kuzco, Nanouk and Duco on board to meet his own captain. There were loud cheers from the crew of Mir when they arrived, and all three got a medal of honour. After finishing their root beer, and thanking the captain for his hospitality, Kuzco, Nanouk and Duco, went back to their ship. ‘Well, that is another great adventure to add to your stories Kuzco’, said Nanouk, while giving him a hug. Kuzco smiled, ‘And I am glad to have shared it with you two, Nanouk and Duco.’ And he gave them both a huge lick on the cheek.

cuddle

Rally championship

racing mobility scooter

Often time’s people have asked me if it isn’t dangerous to ride a mobility scooter with three wheels. I always thought that was the weirdest question, and certainly a poor argument to not want one because of just that. I never in my mobility scooter career have ever flipped over, nor did I believe that was even possible, because it only has two pictures of speed to choose from, go as slow as a turtle, or as fast as a hare. And I for one, have never seen a turtle or a hare flip over, when making a turn.

So, it might be the strong believe of safety, that I became a little overconfident, and always try to push the maximum out of my ride. With my navigator Kuzco, sitting at my feet, I often feel like camel trophy meets superbike, crossing the many tight hairpin turns throughout the dunes, sometimes covered with wind-blown sand. And we always end smooth and safely at the beach or back up again.

Me and my navigator had things going smoothly, without even saying a word, we understood what was needed. The cooperation was magnificent. I’m sure we would have won every race, if there were any, just by us working so well together.

Until a few days ago.

I could only just write about this after a couple of days when it happened, because my pride was seriously dented. After some good old fashioned mental coaching from Ramon, helping me out of my disbelieve. Was it me, or was it Kuzco who was distracted for a moment, or was it too much sand on the road. It couldn’t be my misjudging the turn, the speed, nor the exact timing of hitting the accelerator. We were the masters of the mobility scooters! This wasn’t supposed to happen.

While we were steering through the fourth hairpin turn, there was something that made us spin out of course and made a flip over, just to land in thistles and catch weed. We both stayed in driving position while we flipped, so Kuzco’s left side was covered in millions of sticky seeds, and I had a left side that looked like a page written in cuneiform script. All the thistles left each its own scratch.

And while Kuzco and I lay there like two little turtles on their back, Ramon, who was on his bicycle behind us, stopped only to laugh really hard and loud. No help there, what so ever. I even thought I heard him say through all the chuckles, and gasping for air, ‘why do still sit in that chair as though you still riding. That looks so silly!!’

With a blind spot covering my eyes for a second, I pushed the scooter back on its wheels, as if I was a healthy strongman on his strongman champion’s league. I even think I could lift it up and put it on a barrel, but instead I got back on my chair, and placed Kuzco between my feet, and proceeded the course. Only this time a bit more careful.

On the road

playing

Mama gave her children one last hug before she went to work. ‘Promise me you will look after your little sister, Dante? I have to go to work now. Give me another big kiss you two, I love you very much. Be nice to the babysitter, and behave. Both of you.’ She said with her eye on Angel, who was trying to snatch Dante’s I-pad out of his hands.

‘Yes, mama, we love you. See you tonight.’ Dante held his I-pad tighter, and received a little kick against his leg from his sister. ‘Haha, catch me if you can. You can never catch me, I’m way faster than you Dante!’ Angel started running, and when she was sure Dante didn’t follow her, she let herself fall on the couch. ‘I’m bored Dante. What shall we play?’

‘I don’t know. What do you want to do?’ Dante dropped next to her on the couch, his feet could almost touch the ground, which made him feel like a real big brother.

‘We could play outside, or we could go to Grandma.’ Dante said while trying to push his toes to the ground.

‘Yay, to Grandma!!! I want to go to Grandma!!! But how do we go Dante?’ Angel clapped her hands and bounced up and down on the couch.

‘Well… we go by bus. I know how it works. I’ve seen mama do it. We only need money to buy bus tickets.’ Dante ran up the stairs to get his piggybank. ‘You get yours too Angel!’ he yelled down below. When both piggybanks were on the table, Dante gave a swing with a hammer and broke his piggy. ‘Now yours, Angel.’ But Angel snatched her piggy from the table, and tears role down her cheek. ‘No, you can’t hurt piggy, then she’s dead. I love my piggybank!’

It took quite some convincing, but after hearing how many coins were in that piggy, and the promise Angel could smash her own piggybank, she gladly gave a swing.

piggybank

‘Ow, Dante we are so rich!! Look at how many coins there are. Now I can buy a pony! Yay, my very own little pony!!’ Angels danced in circles, clapping her hands of excitement, totally forgot the reason for breaking the piggybanks at the first place.

Ignoring Angels happy dance, he grabbed his backpack, and filled it with Angel’s favourite stuffed animal, all the coins properly matched by colour in each its own baggie, and off course his Bobo-magazine, where there was an item drawn, of how Bobo goes on adventures. And this time was about a trip by bus. Knowledge rules the world.

stroll

And off they went, on their adventure. Holding each other’s hand, as they crossed the street to the bus stop. They had to wait for the bus so they both sat down, and Dante checked his Bobo-magazine to see what comes next.

bus stop

A bus stopped, and Dante asked the bus driver if he could stop at Grandma’s house, because that was where they were going. The bus driver smiled, and asked where Grandma’s house was. Dante had to think really hard, but then he remembered. Grandma lived nearby the big shopping street. ‘Well, that is exactly where I stop. I will give a sign when you two adventurers need to get off.’ The bus driver gave them their tickets, and Dante couldn’t believe how many coins were still left. All though the big ones were almost all gone.

bus

The bus doors slide open, and the bus driver waved them good luck. When they stood on the pavement, Dante looked around. He began to feel a little nervous, because he didn’t know exactly which way to go. But he took a deep breath, and started walking. He couldn’t let Angel know he lost his way. Angel didn’t suspect anything. She only jumped up and down seeing all the shops on a row. ‘Can we go shopping Dante? I would really like to try on grown-up shoes like mommy’s,

high heels

 

and go to a make-up store, and try on all the lipstick colours of the rainbow,

mirror mirror

and then I want to go on the merry-go-round at the end of the street. Can we, can we Dante?’

 

slinding

Dante shrugged his shoulders. ‘Yeah, why not. Let’s make the best of it.’

toys in store

 

They went to all the stores they wanted, and even took three rounds on the merry-go-round.

merry-go-round

They only had two copper coins left, so they had to start walking to go to Grandma’s house. ‘Which way Dante? I am so tired, are we almost there yet?’ She grabbed her stuffed animal to hold at her nose while she sucked her thumb. Dante looked left, and right, and left again. ‘I don’t know, maybe ask someone who knows. Excuse me sir, do you know where my Grandmother’s house is?’

But no one knew. Angel started crying. ‘I miss my mummy, and my nanna. I don’t like this adventure any more Dante. I want to go home.’ Dante put his arms around his little sister. He wanted to cry as well, but he had to stay strong for Angel. If only they stayed with the babysitter, this would never have happened. They sat on a bench, and Angel put her head against her brother, still crying.

crying

‘Hé, aren’t you the Grandchildren of Mrs. Kleine?’ asked a young girl who passed by. Dante looked up with a frown, curious who asked. ‘Yes, we wanted to go to Grandma, but I don’t know where her house is any more. Do you know?’

The young girl smiled. She happened to be her neighbour, so she took them to Grandmother’s house. When Grandma opened the door, she looked very worried. She thanked her neighbour, and gave Dante and Angel a big hug. ‘Where were you, we were so worried! The babysitter called to say that she couldn’t find you when you were supposed to be playing outside with your sister. What were you thinking of?’ Now Dante started crying. ‘I’m so sorry Grandma, we wanted to go see you. And I thought I could do it by myself. I’ve seen mama do it so often. And Bobo makes adventure trips by himself, so I thought with a little help of Bobo, we could too. But after the shopping, and the merry-go-round, I was lost. I’m so glad to see you again Grandma, I was so scared.’

comfort

Grandma gave a big kiss, and squeezed him tight. ‘All is well now, thank God. I will get some milk and cookies, and call your mother to tell her you are here. She will probably be a little angry with you, but I know she will be relieved to hear all is well. But promise me you will never do this again, until you are old and wise enough to do so, and only when you’re allowed to.’ Angel snuggled on the couch and fell asleep, and Dante enjoyed his milk and cookie while telling of his adventure, together with Grandma.

 

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