New level: Zandvoort Holiday
New level: Zandvoort Holiday
Peegue is saved, as he gets a new job as Mayor of Zandvoort. In this unobtrusive little level Peegue explores his new surroundings before starting come monday morning...
Zandvoort is a well known village on the Dutch coast, famous for its nude beach, racing circuit and fish stalls all over the place. Despite being the commercial beach resort, it's a relaxed place and very nice to walk around in.
Thanks to Janet Galle for Jumpers texture and JGumbrellam Models. I'm sure you all have them.....(ahem, or not.....? )
Enjoy!
Zandvoort is a well known village on the Dutch coast, famous for its nude beach, racing circuit and fish stalls all over the place. Despite being the commercial beach resort, it's a relaxed place and very nice to walk around in.
Thanks to Janet Galle for Jumpers texture and JGumbrellam Models. I'm sure you all have them.....(ahem, or not.....? )
Enjoy!
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Well, if you've gotten this far, Kiki, I assume that something is blinking on and off in the level, and in no less than 3 places. You have to make the fullest possible use of that feature, not only to cover all 4 buttons with the boulders, but also to get past the black TP. Remember when you can walk over one without going through it? Good luck!


When I was very young, about 5 years old, I lived in Zandfoort for about a year, I have some vague memories and some old photos! I guess that's why I simply had to finish this one!
This was an amazing piece of work with some serious puzzlement going on!
BTW, I love that texture, I used it in one of my levels set in another seaside resort...Brighton, England.
Anyway, great fun, great look...bedanken meneer,

This was an amazing piece of work with some serious puzzlement going on!
BTW, I love that texture, I used it in one of my levels set in another seaside resort...Brighton, England.
Anyway, great fun, great look...bedanken meneer,
bob



Yes but getting the timing right was eluding me and I didn't have the purple gate open so there would be an instant road block waiting.if you've gotten this far, Kiki, I assume that something is blinking on and off in the level,

But! A little bird from up north told me about the one move I didn't try at the start to save all my boulders, Finally I got all those dangy button covered and was on my way to the exit.
That was a neat move to collect that one coin in the upper right corner.
Another fab level, with a tropical look. great looking models.
I can see why these levels take a few days to put together, They are very intricate. Well done.



Keeks
Thanks for reminding me, Bob, because I had played that one before but never finished it. Now I looked at it again and finally got it. Thanks!BTW, I love that texture, I used it in one of my levels set in another seaside resort...Brighton, England.
You last name suggests a Dutch family. Were you born in Holland?
The Kerkstraat is my favourite spot in Zandvoort. And the beach closeby is wonderful. It's nice to watch the tourists stroll by and observe their behaviour. How they sometimes drag the little ones along, or vice versa, how they scurry around for food and drink, or discuss the price of a spade and bucket, build a dam by the waterside, collect shells and stones, or carefully look each other over for interesting features. The male specimens will flaunt their muscles and lack of brains, the females their curves and lack of muscles. Tourists have their mating season in the spring.....

This makes you a Dutch original, Bob, and thát explains your amazing ability to solve the really tough challenges on this forum. Aha!
As the inventors of the Trampoline (1672), the Windmill (1673), the amazing Stroopwafel (1679), the Ice Cube (in the very harsh winter of 1703), the Political Discussion (1848) and the Afterthought (1900), the Dutch have always been destined for greatness. Wherever they may find themselves, Bob!
Holland would have been the one remaining superpower in the world, if only people could find it on the map......
As an afterthought I can tell you that the rumour stating the Dutch also invented the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, cannot be proven at this point....
As the inventors of the Trampoline (1672), the Windmill (1673), the amazing Stroopwafel (1679), the Ice Cube (in the very harsh winter of 1703), the Political Discussion (1848) and the Afterthought (1900), the Dutch have always been destined for greatness. Wherever they may find themselves, Bob!

Holland would have been the one remaining superpower in the world, if only people could find it on the map......

As an afterthought I can tell you that the rumour stating the Dutch also invented the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, cannot be proven at this point....
To be on the safe side, Lutz, I did some extra research on the Stroopwafel. Wouldn't want to write all nonsense, right? That's not my style...But on the other hand I don't know if I should believe you concerning the year
So here's the full story:
Wafels (waffles) were already wellknown and quite popular in the south provinces of Holland, now known as Belgium. Stroop (sugar syrup) was also known, though not yet under that name. It was called Yuck and was used for punishments. When someone had robbed a house and was caught, for instance, they would be placed on a scaffold in the middle of the market square and completely covered in Yuck. The victim of such a punishment would survive, but usually it would take weeks to get rid of the stuff.
On an early wednesday morning in juni 1679 a 10 year old boy named Hans van de Waag witnessed a man being punished in this way. His mother had given him a waffle and sent him onto the streets. Hans was standing very close to the scaffold and had started to eat the waffle. Looking up at the proceedings taking place, he didn't notice that some of the Yuck had dripped onto his waffle. With the next bite he was taken aback and shocked at first, but then realized that it actually tasted very nice.
After the 'show' was over and people drifted away, a man named Peter Stroop noticed a little boy who, to his utter astonishment, sort of rubbed his waffle over the punished man, now completely covered in Yuck. When he saw Hans actually eating the waffle, Curiosity (also a Dutch invention, but that's another story) got the better of him, and history was made.
Two months later Peter was selling his Stroopwafels (succesfully) on the main square in Delft, aided by little Hans, who had visibly gained many pounds, but didn't care a bit about it. Of course, they didn't tell a soul what was in the waffles. You can imagine what would have followed:
"Say Peter, these are delicious. What's in it?"
"Yuck."
"Yuck??"
"Yes, Yuck."
"Yuck!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tis the whole truth, but you don't have to believe a single word of it, Lutz. Just check the internet sources for yourself, right here: http://pcpuzzle.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=10354
Dear professor Mahaloof,
thanks for this brilliant history lesson.
I followed the link you posted, and you know what? There has been another link and another link and another...
All of them confirmed your opinion about the invention of the stroopwafels.
So I sincerely apologize for being a bit sceptical in the beginning
I'm curious if you can give me some professional enlightenment about the origin of frikandel speciaal
thanks for this brilliant history lesson.
I followed the link you posted, and you know what? There has been another link and another link and another...
All of them confirmed your opinion about the invention of the stroopwafels.

So I sincerely apologize for being a bit sceptical in the beginning


I'm curious if you can give me some professional enlightenment about the origin of frikandel speciaal

Allright, Lutz, I know you're trying to obscure the fact that you can't solve this level, but you're forgiven.I'm curious if you can give me some professional enlightenment about the origin of frikandel speciaal
I did some research into your question about the frikandel and This. Was. Tough!! (Meaning: hard to find). It's quite a gruesome and embarrassing story, left out of the Dutch history books, so most people here don't even know about it. For anyone who lives in a part of the world where frikandels aren't sold: Good. Stay there!! You're not missing a thing...
I wouldn't normally have posted this, but it's Fright Night, yes?
So here goes: In 1821 a Dutch trading ship sailed for the East Colonies, now known as Indonesia. The captain had contracted a cook named Frits Andelsz. The crew very soon started calling him Frik, as in: "Where's that frikkin' cook?!"
You see, they soon found out that Frik's cooking abilities were not very good, and one of the main topics of conversation, while the men were hanging their asses overboard, was last night's dinner, frrrrrrt!!
Despite all the grumbling the captain managed to maintain a reasonable and workable atmosphere on board ship, until they were in the Indian Ocean. Suddenly they were out of pickled meat. A rare occurence, and one that left the crew in a really bad mood.
Still the captain managed to avoid a mutiny, until, 2 weeks later, a senior boatsman caught Frik in a storage room eating a sausage! Frik was tied to the main mast and a search of all storage spaces ánd Frik's cabin revealed the presence of one last piece of meat. Divided into 148 pieces this amounted to half a gram of meat per man. The entire crew went bonkers and the captain saw no alternative (if he even wanted to) than to order Frik killed until he died from it. I'll not go into the details of it, as some people might read this just before having lunch or dinner.
When Frik was dead, they prepared to throw him overboard, until someone yelled: "Let's eat him!" The entire crew roared with laughter, which soon died down when they realized it wasn't even such a bad idea. In this way, they could get some of their meat scraps back, as it were. Now, Frik was a 6-foot tall, big bellied bulk of a bastard with big hands and thick fingers, so in the coming days there was meat enough. Frik was grinded (ugh....well, you asked for it, Lutz) into sausages which some crew members jokingly called "Frikkin' Fingers", and others simply addressed as "A piece of Frik Andelsz."
Over the years a new tradition evolved: grinding throwaway meat scraps into 'A piece of Frik Andelsz', or simply FrikAndels. While eating, someone would always tell the story of Frik's ghost roaming around the ship at night, whispering: "Where are my fingersssss....."
The story disappeared after the first World War, when people got enough of horror tales.
As I said, most people don't know about this, as it's kept from the history books, but when visiting a snackbar and choosing a frikandel, people are always reminded of bad cooks...

