Ik kreeg afgelopen week een @ van een camper van vroeger, die mijn verhalen op deze pagina volgt.

Hij leest goed Nederlands maar schrijft in het Engels.

 

Ik plak hem hieronder omdat ik dit schouderklopje leuk vind, en hij me een goede tip gaf om eens wat verhalen te schrijven over de vroegere generaties in busjes en zelfgemaakte Campers en een paar zelfs in  z.gn. Fabriekscampers (ja dat was toen wat hoor) rondreden.

Deze brief aan mij spreekt voor zichzelf en als u geen engels spreekt….Kopiëren en in Google vertaal plakken! 

 

Hi Bram, this is Marc mailing you.

Today I made my daily trip to your website and, thank god, you were there again. That made my day.

Reason that I write you this is that you were missed for many weeks. or where they months? Of course I understand that you had your nose full and needed  to step back from the writing obligation for a while.
Although Frederick served a purpose - filled a void for a while and wrote nice stories - THERE IS ONLY ONE BRAM! In the camper world you are a legend.

As the crowd has changed into Glamper mobiles; the baby boom generation. There are lesser old timers left behind. Folks like Thijs, Harald, Orgel Manni and all the others that fell away.
Bram is the old soldier. coming up to 40 years on the road with Marianne. you simply cannot fade away and let history go down the drain.
Continue to write how you started. the Spijkstaal with Opel engine on LPG. Into Turkey. Tandem axles losing traction. Mr. Spijkstaal advising to load 6 or 7 tons of lead. In a camper! Who does not like stories like that.
Travelling the USA with guitar in hand……. The Mercedes with 70 hp. Second / first gear up the hill with many trucks behind and fuming.
Embroidering T-shirts on the road for a living. Your telephone company!

Colorfull buddies like Thijs who could find anything on the road in the bins. A camper full of potato chips. !500 eggs. All the meat Thijs found in the bins for BBQ parties. Desserts aplenty. The drug smuggle boat you and Thijs found on the beach.
The bon fires he  made. The happy hours at sunset with Piet & Annie. Parties chock a block in Ton & Wim’s little camper. Siem. Joke. Plage de Piemanson. You losing your solar panel array. Portugal. The English buddies. The Irish.

Thomas, perpetually walking on Frisian wooden shoes.

The old de Beer and the Berenjong.

Bert and Antoinette. Making and selling paintings. The screen printing machine in the DAF trailer. Their solar panel business.

Bram, you are one of the remaining old guards. You have tons of experience and stories to tell. You have so much to share that people can smile about in this ever more restrictive world.
The increasingly electronized new crowd need to get entertained by old timers like you. Lots can’t even read a map anymore. We didn’t even need a map. We looked left. We looked right and found great places.
In the camper, on the bicycle or the scooter.
we did not need TomTom or NKC coordinates.
The new crowd have no idea how some of us got started 30 -40 years ago. We took an old van and got going………Hardly any money in the pocket but plenty of guts and glory.
Better friendships we had too.

As you own the website, we need you as an storey teller too!

Your old stories. Always good for a belly laugh. Forget the assholes that cheat on a CP operator or fight one another. They are not worth writing about.

I - we - sincerely hope to have you back again on the daily trips to Camperverhalen.

Cheers to you and Marianne.

Marc J. Edelstein

 

 

Nou na deze voor mij inspirerende mail, ga ik maar weer vaker achter mijn lappie zitten;

om u, de huidige generatie met luxe omringde camperist,  wat over het vroegere cultuurtje te vertellen.

Dit cultuurtje was het begin van deze huidige Campergekte, en bestond uit het leven, waar velen van u misschien stilletjes naar verlangde toen u uw bankrekening leeghaalde om uw droom van het avontuur te gaan vervullen in uw ongetwijfeld prachtige Camper.

Maar helaas nu meestal op een Camperplek moet gaan staan. Deurtje aan Deurtje.  Leve de Vrijheid……Hmmmmm……

 

 

Bram

 

 

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