The Good Side to Trump

When I still used Facebook, I used to get a lot of posts involving US president Donald Trump. I constantly saw memes, videos and Tweets that ranged from embarrassing to disgraceful. I lived through the 2016 elections as if I were an American, as if the outcome would affect my life. I rooted for Hillary – a flawed and unsympathetic person but anything is better than Trump – though I would have preferred to root for Bernie Sanders. My mind reeled at everything that became known about Trump (the pussy grabbing thing, the countless boasts and lies) even before the election. These are things that would have disqualified any presidential candidate…but not Trump, because “he says it like it is”. The entire sub-college-education electorate voted for him because this megalomaniacal turd who literally takes a shit on a gold toilet was going to “stick it to da man”. Add to that the countless lies and revelations after he had utterly unexpectedly won the election (Stormy Daniels, the inaugural speech attendance crowd size, his crazy-lying press secretaries, the list goes on and on). All the racist insects are crawling out from under the stones, scum comes to the surface. They feel emboldened now their bigot president is, like his followers, more in touch with the reptilian part of his brain. Breeding fear. Sowing dissent. Flaunting bigotry.

As a result, though, I have become more interested in politics. I have read my first non-linguistic non-fiction in the past year. Michael Wolff’s “Fire & Fury” and James Comey’s “A Higher Loyalty” are fascinating page-turners that showcase the ins and outs of American politics and, of course, this cluster-fuck of a current presidential situation. I say it is fascinating but it is also somehow dirty, kindof like wanting to know everything about the oddball eccentricities of Michael Jackson. The desire to know stuff about celebrities is, I guess, a human character trait that I don’t understand, don’t like, but am also somewhat  helpless to resist. And these books have an unmistakable message: With Trump at the helm, it’s only a matter of time until we (the US, maybe the world) hit some rocks. It’s not a question when it’ll happen, but how big the rocks will be.

I follow Trump on Twitter. At the moment he has nearly 52 million followers, who get a constant barrage of pro-Trump talk, tweets about how America is being made great again, and how For God’s Sakes Nothing Happened With Russia No Collusion! I have learned to treat those tweets as if generated by a lie machine. I don’t know why I read them – probably the same human character trait I mentioned above. If you want to know whether UFOs have ever landed on planet earth, all you need to do is wait until Trump tweets they never have. Then you know they did.

So why “The Good Side to Trump”, then? I guess, on a very small scale, it has caused me to become more interested in world politics. That might be a good side. Not that I really benefit from that, because world politics usually just fill me with a lurking feeling of dread. But Trump is also doing something good on a bigger scale. Like Comey writes in his epilogue, something better will come to replace this. Maybe this is something that needs to happen before big reforms and improvements can happen (I am paraphrasing him). It is always darkest before the dawn, right?

I am hoping for dawn to come as soon as possible. But while it’s still night, pick up those two books I mentioned, or at least Comey’s.

Ready Player One

 “Ready Player One” just has to be the best movie of the year (though I predict it might be second-best after “Jurassic World – Fallen Kingdom” as of June, despite that movie’s alleged narrative shortcomings). A cool story, convincing special effects, one of the most awesome car chases every imagined, a none-too-obtrusive love angle, and oodles of pop culture references. Even a good and positive message for today’s gamer generation. It’s a bit like “Pixels” for a more mature audience. And the 3D aspect of the film was quite convincing and engaging.
Steven Spielberg hasn’t lost his touch!

 Up next, I hope someone is going to do a film adaptation of Tad Williams’ “Otherworld” books!

Avengers Infinity War (4DX version)

 Now before you continue to read, I should add two disclaimers: a) I am biased against ‘new’ film technology, and b) There are going to be spoilers.

  Yesterday I experienced my first 4DX movie. This is, basically, where you can watch a movie with augmented environmental effects such as scent, rain, fog, seat movement and wind. After having witnessed this nearly two decades ago in “Honey I shrunk the audience” in Disneyland Paris (back then I think it was still called Euro Disney) I thought it was enjoyable but a gimmick, really, nothing more than a gimmick. So when the cinema my wife and I most often frequent built a 4DX hall, I was not all that keen on trying it out. My non-keenness had probably been caused by my overall disappointment when it comes to another ‘new’ movie technology: 3D. Although a few movies did have an added sense of realism in 3D (computer-animated Pixar flicks, “Avatar”, “Gravity” and “Life of Pi”), most of them were souped-up versions of 2D movies (“Alice in Wonderland”, anyone?). When I have the choice to see 2D or 3D, I always opt for 2D. This is partly caused by cinema tickets being expensive enough as it is, and 3D movies being even more so.

 So I had eyed that 4DX hall with scepsis ever since it was finished about half a year ago. But yesterday my 4DX cherry was popped. The movie I wanted to see, “Avengers Infinity War”, was only being shown in 4DX at the time when it was most opportune for me. So I considered my hand somewhat forced. And, to be honest, I was a bit curious.
I love superhero movies, though I used to be one of those people who thinks you should have one superhero per movie. Granted, “Guardians of the Galaxy” and “Avengers Unite” were good examples of the current trend to have as many heroes in a movie as possible. It’s like superhero porn, really, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t becoming my guilty pleasure. It must be quite a challenge for filmmakers to have someone like Captain America in a movie also featuring The Hulk and Iron Man, and actually make Captain America appear like a genuine superhero. Or Hawkeye, or Black Widow for that matter (if you forget she is played by an apparently ever more breast-augmented Scarlett Johansson, you might forget all about her).
“Infinity War” has the regular Iron Man, the Hulk, Thor, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Dr Strange, Black Panther, Spiderman and a bunch of lesser known heroes (but thankfully not Deadpool, who should only be in his own movies) fighting the apparently not-even-beatable-by-The-Hulk bad guy Thanos and his also pretty unbeatable sidekicks. They are on the lookout for the six Infinity Stones which, when combined, will allow him to provide mercy to the entire galaxy by allowing there to be more resources per person. His way of attaining this is decimating the entire galaxy’s inhabitants by half. Needless to say, the Avengers and their friends rather don’t appreciate this intended genocide of billions or perhaps trillions of citizens.
The movie is a long thrill ride of various well-orchestrated battles which definitely capture the imagination. Slowly but surely the viewer can but realise that Thanos is winning. The odds against the good guys are tremendous. And by the time all the stones have been collected and half the inhabitants of the galaxy turn to dramatic dust in the wind you have seen Groot die, and Dr Strange, Spiderman, Starlord, and too many other good superheroes to even want to remember (also because the pain is still too near).
And then the end credits roll.
The whole movie thus leaves me with a bit of a hangover. It’s not even an open ending, it is simply no ending at all – like “Titanic” ending when it hit the iceberg, or “Alien” at the moment the thing bursts out of John Hurt’s chest. I’ll just have to go and see the next one – which is probably what the Marvel people want.
And Black Widow as a blonde? Preferably not. I don’t even remember if her character survived or not.

 But the 4DX, now.
I could be nice and capture the whole experience in a positive word. That word would be “interesting”. But I could, and perhaps should, also describe it as “distracting”. I didn’t really realise there were going to be scents and at a certain pretty random moment in the movie I smelled something that was the nasal equivalent of one of those bad-tasting Beanboozled Jelly Beans. And the wind, oh, the wind. Whenever something ran or flew there was wind. I was slightly overdressed with a pretty warm hoody and T-shirt but it was quite chilly. Noisy, too! And unless there was pretty static dialog (this happened only a few times in this particular movie, which was to be expected) the seat was constantly shaking and throbbing. With loud noise the bottom of the back vibrated, and when someone got stabbed there was a sort of stab in the collective audience’s backs as well. It made me think of one of those automated massage chairs, and I have not done one of those anymore after my first trial. Thankfully I could disable the water/fog effects because these would not be too convenient for wearers of glasses (as this was a 3D movie, everyone wore glasses).
I found myself trying to determine when certain effects were being used, looking at it perhaps like the programmers of such devices might, and sometimes came up empty. The lightning effects happened quite randomly, really, and, like I said before, the scents were pretty unrelated to the movie. The chairs were also much less comfortable, as you kinda have to continuously sit upright in a certain way to prevent yourself from gently being slither-shaken out of it. About halfway through the movie I had a seriously sore bum.
So, all in all, I hope 4DX is not here to stay. Wikipedia says it’s been around for over a decade already. I was hoping 3D was not here to stay, either, but I guess I will just have to consign myself to being disappointed there.

Two weeks without Facebook

It is almost exactly two weeks ago that I quit Facebook. I have really barely missed it, and my habit of surfing to facebook.com barely rears its head any more. In fact, I wouldn’t have posted this if it weren’t for the particular significance of the “two weeks” marker: In a few hours from now, Facebook should no longer allow me to login to recover my account. My account should then be deleted and unrecoverable.

I am now officially and practically without Facebook. Looking forward to the rest of my life.

Nuraphone Headphones – a Review

Music is an important – if passive – hobby of mine. I remember very well when I went to live on my own in the summer of 1988. I made sure I had good stereo equipment, and after the move I immediately set up my awesome new Pioneer stereo tower so that I could listen to my favourite music as soon as possible.
That has pretty much been the same way every time I moved. Always. The. Stereo. Tower. First. Next I would listen to some classic Jarre or Vangelis or Jason Becker or Metallica until all other boxes had been unpacked, every knick-knack given its place.

My neighbours never necessarily appreciated me moving in next to them.

Through the past 15 years circumstances have forced me to become headphone- rather than loudspeaker-centric when it comes to audio enjoyment. The circumstances included presence of a baby in the house, or neighbours one perhaps-too-thin wall away, and the past 10 years of my laptop being my own personal media server. I have about 1 terabyte containing everything recorded so far that I might conceivable ever want to listen to.
I tried a variety of in-ear, over-ear, on-ear, wired and bluetooth headphones. They each had their rather individual set of (dis-)advantages. In-ear headphones (Sennheiser CX300) tended to gently dislodge themselves and disabled me from humming along to music if I was alone (I heard myself ‘from the inside’). On-ear headphones (Creative Labs Sound Blaster Jam and Sennheiser HD 407) were generally quite audible to other people present. Over-ear headphones (a Sennheiser I forgot the type of) didn’t fit properly over my rather large ears and were rather stuffy. And even a rather pricey on-ear headphone like my latest Sennheiser, the iUrbanite, just lacked any oomph. The music, in fact, sounded too distant and trebley. With bombastic synth or metal like I prefer to listen to, it didn’t satisfy. The last earphones I had been satisfied with were the Sennheiser HD 455 (on-ear). After a while the foam earpads had dried out, though.
From 2000 on I have used at least 9 pairs of headphones as far as I can remember. When I noticed the coating of the iUrbanite ear pads disintegrating a mere 5 months after the purchase I wanted to get, for once and for all, a decent pair of headphones.

One of the last things that Facebook successfully advertised to me, before I deleted my account, was the Nuraphone (www.nuraphone.com). The Nuraphone was Kickstarted a while ago, at which time I thought it was too expensive to get – though cheaper than what it ended up at in the end, at a rather hefty € 399.
The Nuraphone is a combination of in-ear and over-ear headphones. Sound isolation is very efficient and sound quality is high. The thing that makes it stand out from all other headphones I had listened to in the B.N.* part of my life is that it can adapt itself to your individual hearing.
After putting it on first the first time, and connecting it to your iOS or Android device via Bluetooth, it examines what your hearing is like: The speakers have very sensitive microphones built in that detect the echo from sounds projecting back from your ear. It takes about a minute of fine-tuning while listening to various sounds, after which the app will have deduced your unique personal hearing profile. After that, you can also specify an “immersion” level which tells the phones how close to the sound source (“the stage”) you want the sound to be. This can range from pleasant to pretty intense, at which instant you will feel your very ears vibrating. My frustration at not being able to get good headphones online, coupled with Nuraphone’s no-questions-asked 30-day-money-back guarantee, made me close my eyes and take the plunge.

I ordered the headphones on a Sunday and had them in my hands that Thursday. And let me tell you, just unpacking the phones already filled me with expectation. Everything felt and looked luxurious, from the magnetic latch to the feeling of the enclosed USB cable. Everything literally radiated luxuriousness. It’s what you’d expect at such a pice tag, though. I wasn’t convinced yet.
I downloaded the app, connected Bluetooth and allowed it to determine my hearing profile. That took about a minute, as promised. From then on, the headphone always welcomes me back when I put it on – “Welcome back Richard”. A very cool touch. I like it! (In case you want to know, the headphones recognise whose head they are on, and it can store three people’s hearing profiles.)

So next I wanted to listen to some music using these headphones. I had recently listened to the new Cradle of Filth album rather a lot. It now sounded so much heavier and full-bodied than when I used other headphones. Next I put on a Vangelis album, “Mask”. I was utterly blown away by that! The crescendos were stupefying, sounding full-bodied and alive, three-dimensional. I don’t recall ever having heard anything on my ears with such detail and dynamics. Existing music I’ve had for ages suddenly seems more preciously subtle and at the same time copiously overwhelming. Oodles of oomph! In fact I think I will be spending the next few weeks re-discovering some Vangelis, Jarre and Gandalf albums. “Antarctica” next! And then some metal/shred classics…

For more information, check out www.nuraphone.com (this link may give you a 20% discount, but I couldn’t verify that). When ordering, also try discount code “welcomeship” for free shipping (which may save you quite a bit, as it’s fast shipping from Hong Kong).

* B.N. = Before Nuraphone

One Week without Facebook

One week without Facebook – no tempting adverts on the phone version, no constant world misery Trump shit. I might actually be happier now (though I grant that ‘oblivious’ is probably a better description). Previously I constantly got mad and frustrated about Brexit and the Republicans and LGBT rights being trampled upon and not being able to influence all that by one iota, but now I don’t. I am back in my own bubble, without my personal tastes constantly being pandered by carefully selected posts and ads on my wall.

O wait, I did notice something I really miss: I had recently discovered a page where recordings of all recent Metallica shows were posted, only a few days after their release on livemetallica.com. I miss that. Now I have to go on Soulseek again and wait for someone to share it there.
So I guess I do miss a certain specific aspect of Facebook for now. But it’s still very much something I can cope with.

Three Days without Facebook

So, three days without Facebook. I am not missing it as much as I thought I would. Twice today I wanted to check into a restaurant…but I also realised that is just basically vain and/or hedonistic. It was one of the weirder things on Facebook, and I had joined it quite enthusiastically.
And three of my closer friends have had birthdays since I quit (hi Ingrid, Ronny and Stefan!). I sent them personal emails instead of just a quick “Congratulations!” on their FB walls. I got nice and personal messages back instead of the FB alternative – a Like or, at best, a Like and a “Thanks!”
I do regularly sit at my laptop and find myself wanting to visit facebook.com. But it’s an easy habit to kick. I am kicking it. At this rate, I can’t imagine missing Facebook until STNICCC 2032 is around the corner. And who knows what’ll happen to me, or Facebook, or the world, before then?
It has not saved me a as much time as I had expected, not yet. I am binge-watching series on Netflix more now (“Modern Family” a.t.m.). Or watching deskcam crash compilation on Youtube. Playing my new black Explorer clone guitar (see the “G.A.S.” gallery on this site).
No regrets so far.

My Final Facebook Post

Facebook has allowed me to connect to a great many people past and present. Without it I would probably not have been able to organise STNICCC 2015, and many of my technical questions would have remained unanswered. But the inability of Facebook to sufficiently protect my data, coupled with the fact that they are keeping track of rather a whole lot more than what I voluntarily share, has caused me to make this decision. The fact that the mere thought of quitting Facebook made me feel like someone had died also strengthened my resolve – I do not want to be dependent on (perhaps even addicted to) any company this much. Life will not become easier because of this choice (rather the opposite), but it will likely become less stressful.

If you ever need to contact me for whatever reason, do so here. I also sometimes (re-)tweet @CronosWarchild.

#deletefacebook #byebyefacebook #hellodarknessmyoldfriend 🙂

Leaving Facebook

I saw a 16-minute video clip today that made me want to leave Facebook. I am not going to make this a semi-religious quest and I don’t care what others do with their lives (though I’d prefer my wife to join me), but after finding out the true extent of what Facebook knows about me (everything beyond “the stuff I voluntarily share” is utterly shocking!) I am going to just remove my account.

It is an addiction. It is something I am currently less able to function without. I throw away vast amounts of time on Facebook. Facebook, I have decided, is evil.

To watch the video, go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysa-SzNepsA

I am going to delete my Facebook account tomorrow at 20:00 my time (UTC +1), and remove all Facebook integration from my sites before that. I am pretty sure I am going to regret it countless times afterwards, but fuck that.

HEX

Dit blog kan worden gebruikt om bij een bezoek aan het mooie plaatsje Beek (in Gelderland, tegen Nijmegen) de locaties te zien waar de gebeurtenissen in Thomas Olde Heuvelt’s roman “Hex” zich afspelen. Als je de belangrijkste locaties wilt zien kost dat ongeveer een halve dag. Als het heeft geregend is het handig om goede wandelschoenen of kaplaarzen te dragen bij het verkennen van Keteldal en Smorenhoek (punt 10 en 11).
De verwijzingen naar hoofdstukken zijn gebaseerd op het ebook met e-ISBN 978 90 245 7531 2, (c) 2013, 2016 Thomas Olde Heuvelt en uitgeverij Luitingh-Sijthoff B.V., Amsterdam.

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De route begint bij het de meest afgelegen locatie – Rijksstraatweg 188, “tegen het stijl oplopend Filosofendal (…) tegen de Duitse grens aan de voet van de Duivelsberg”. Dit is het meest oostelijke punt van Beek, vrijwel tegen de N325. Hier woont de familie De Graaf, en vinden ook de dramatische gebeurtenissen van hfdst 22 plaats. Het is geen bestaand adres – er is geen hoger nummer dan 186. De Filosofenbeek loopt er langs, richting het Wylermeer (uitgesproken als “Wielermeer”). In hfdst 14 is de Filosofenbeek rood van bloed. Achter het huis van de familie De Graaf heeft Katharina van Wyler tot haar dood in 1666 gewoond.

We beginnen de wandeling naar het centrum van Beek, richting het westen, langs de in hfdst 3 genoemde keien. Aan de zuidkant van de weg staan een aantal prachtige huizen, alsmede Hotel de Musschenberg (de eigenares is helemaal geen fan van het boek :-).

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Na ongeveer 600 meter lopen zien we links de Van Randwijckweg die de heuvel op gaat richting Berg en Dal. Het uit 1912 stammende gebouw met het opvallende opschrift “Gem: Electriciteits Werken – Nijmegen” is in het boek het hoofdkwartier van HEX. Tegenwoordig zit hier het Antiquariaat Supplement Beeld-en Boekwerken (www.supplementboek.nl), maar vroeger was dit een transformator-gebouw ten behoeve van het zogenaamde Bergspoor (Lijn 2), en daarna nog een VVV kantoor.

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Als we ongeveer 50 meter verder naar het westen lopen komen we bij het “Dorpsplein” – niet echt een dorpsplein maar een klein kerkje (Het Kleine Bartholomeuskerkje) met een bescheiden begraafplaats en wat wegen eromheen. In hfdst 4 lezen we dat de cel met Arthur Swinckels onder dit kerkje ligt.

Slagerij en Lunchroom Holst (van Gemma Holst, lid van HEX en moeder van Jelmer) ligt aan de Nieuwe Holleweg ten zuiden van het kerkje. Tegenwoordig is dat een plek waar een toneelgroep in een voormalige slagerij optreedt.

Rondom dit kerkje gebeuren veel dingen in het boek, in eerste instantie de #lantaarnpaaltest, aan de oostzijde van de begraafplaats in hfdst 4 (aan de Nieuwe Holleweg).
Het pannenkoekenhuis De Heksenkring dat in het boek wordt genoemd bestaat niet, en dus ook niet het terras vanwaar dat experiment in oostelijke richting werd bekeken. Maar dat zou dan moeten liggen op de plek van Jos Peters Wijnkoperij.
De oude dames die eveneens getuige waren van het experiment houden zich op bij het beeld van de Bronzen Wasvrouw op de noordoost-hoek van de begraafplaats.

Aan de zuidwesthoek van de begraafplaats ligt eetcafé De Witte, in hfdst 5 ’t Wittecke genoemd. In hfdst 23 vindt de begrafenis van Timo in de serre die erachter ligt plaats.

Het Wickervrouw ritueel uit hfdst 10 gebeurt op de kruising van de Nieuwe Holleweg en de Rijksstraatweg, evenals de geseling van Jelmer (hfdst 21). Vanaf het direct aan dit kruispunt gelegen hotel ’t Spijker, “keek (Katharina) toe op het balkon, centraal op de voorgevel” naar die geseling. Ook in hfdst 6, nadat de heks een “home encounter” bij de recentelijk naar Beek verhuisde Van Aerendoncks heeft, is ze in hotel ‘t Spijker verschenen.

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We vervolgen de route ongeveer 200 meter verder naar het westen over de Rijksstraatweg. Aan de linkerkant, daar waar de Verbindingsweg aan de rechterkant op de Rijksstraatweg uitkomt, bevindt zich het Waterrad Beek. Een mooi plekje, wat in het boek alleen in hfdst 14 wordt genoemd, wanneer zowel de Kastanjebeek alhier en de Filosofenbeek aan de andere kant van het dorp rood kleuren van het bloed.

In één moeite door staat aan de overkant van de Rijksstraatweg het Gemeentehuis (sinds 1 januari 2015 niet meer in gebruik als gemeentehuis). In hfdst 21 wordt de geselkat waarmee Jelmer wordt gestraft uit de Kleine Raadzaal van dit gemeentehuis gehaald.

Nu kan worden gekozen een uurtje meer of een uurtje minder aan wandelen kwijt te zijn, want de volgende twee locaties liggen een beetje uit de route en zijn ook beperkter interessant…
Indien ze kunnen worden geskipt: loop de Verbindingsweg in en loop na de flauwe bocht naar rechts rechtdoor de Waterstraat in. Ga verder bij punt 7.
Indien ze niet kunnen worden overgeslagen, ga meteen verder bij punt 5.

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Loop de Verbindingsweg in. Voorbij de Van Hasseltstraat (links) de Verbindingsweg naar links in de richting van de verkeerslichten volgen. Vervolgens de eerst volgende weg links (Roemer Visscherstraat) in. Loop deze ongeveer 100 meter af tot de T-kruising met de Vondelstraat. In deze straat, “bij mevrouw Tielrode” op een niet nader gespecificeerd huisnummer, verscheen Katharina na de #lantaarnpaaltest (hfdst 5). Sla op de T-kruising rechtsaf de Vondelstraat in tot het eind, de Gelderhorstlaan.

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Sla linksaf de Gelderhorstlaan in. Ga de tweede weg links in, de Potgieterstraat (de eerste mogelijkheid links is de Nesciostraat). Burak Sayer woont hier. Het incident met Fledder en Jelmer en het Stanleymes uit hfdst 12 gebeurt hier. Het boek zegt dat het een rijtjeshuis is met een steegje ernaast. In de straat staan alleen twee-onder-één-kap woningen en alleen naast huisnummer 2 is iets wat je een steegje zou kunnen noemen.

Loop weer terug naar de Verbindingsweg, sla daar rechtsaf. Ga na het binnengaan van de 30 km zone linksaf de Waterstraat in.

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De Waterstraat ongeveer 250 meter volgen tot aan de linkerkant de Plus van Nico de Witt verschijnt. Loop vóór de parkeerplaats de Akenshof in en volg op die op het eind naar rechts. Op een gegeven moment lopen we achter de Nico de Witt, waar in hfdst 9 het Ray Ban experiment plaatsvond.

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Loop door, helemaal om de Plus heen, of loop terug naar de voorkant bij de parkeerplaats. Dit is de plek waar het boek opende, waar Katharina werd verborgen onder een nep-draaiorgel in hfdst 1.

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Loop verder (volg de Waterstraat naar het zuiden tot het bekende kruispunt van punt 3) en sla linksaf de Rijksstraatweg op. Na ongeveer 100 meter ligt links, na een bloemenwinkel, de Hubertushal op een meter of 50 van de weg. Deze sporthal is het toneel van het proces in hfdst 20, waar Jelmer en twee andere jongens middeleeuwse lijfstraffen krijgen opgelegd.

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We vervolgen de route naar het Keteldal. Volgens het boek hingen hier geen camera’s meer, wat Gemma Holst in staat stelde om Katharina bij wijze van zoenoffer stiekem haar legendarische ganzenborstpaté te brengen (hfdst 8). Tegenover het links gelegen Rijksstraatweg 231a ligt, rechtsaf, het verharde pad dat Keteldal heet.

Na ongeveer 300 meter verwordt dit tot nauwelijks meer dan een karrespoor, op welk moment er een pad naar links gaat (vanaf hier is het aan te raden laarzen te dragen als het heeft geregend).

Enkele tientallen meters verderop is voor te stellen dat de verregende ganzenborstpaté aan de Wylerheks werd aangeboden.

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Loop het pad verder de heuvel op en houd links aan. Na ongeveer 200 meter kom je bij de open plek in het bos die Smorenhoek heet. En aan de nu voor ons rechts zichtbare bosrand (ten oosten) bood Gemma in hfdst 14 de levende pauw in de Nico de Witt big shopper aan Katherina aan.

Het is nu mogelijk terug naar de Rijksstraatweg te lopen via het Keteldal, maar je kunt ook doorlopen en links aan blijven houden om door de Smorenhoek heen verder naar de Rijksstraatweg te lopen. Dan kom je ten oosten van Hotel de Musschenberg uit.

Extra:

  1. De Van Aerendoncks zeggen, in hfdst 6, dat ze hebben gegeten in het pannenkoekenrestaurant De Duivelsberg op de Duivelsberg. Er gebeurt hier verder niets in het boek, maar het is te voet (met goed schoeisel, vanaf het pad links naast Rijksstraatweg 186) en ook met de auto (Duivelsberg 1, 024-6841439, www.duivelsberg.nl) goed te bereiken en zeker de moeite van een gastronomisch bezoek waard. Heel lekkere pannenkoeken!
  2. Polderdetentie. Volgens het boek vond dat plaats in een bunker in de Ooijpolder, 6 km buiten het dorp. De Ooijpolder ligt ter noordwesten van Beek, en valt buiten het bereik van deze blog.

Plattegronden en lijst van locaties:

A Naambord Beek
B De plek waar geen huisnummer 188 is
C Filosofenbeek
D Keien
E HEX hoofdlkwartoer
F Kleine Bartholomeus Kerkje
G Slagerij Holst
H De Bronzen Wasvrouw
I De Witte
J Hotel ‘t Spijker
K Waterrad van Beek
L Gemeentehuis
M Vondelstraat
N Potgieterstraat
O Het huis waar misschien Burak woont
P Steegje achter Nico de Witt
Q Plus Nico de Witt
R Hubertushal
S Keteldal ingang
T Begin van zandpad
U Keteldal
V Smorenhoek

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Foto credits: Hex dame vond ik op Facebook op de site van Anja Sylvie Postma; de auteur bij het Waterrad van Beek komt van de site van De Gelderlander. Andere foto’s gemaakt door mij.