Now that the travel journal of our Iceland road trip is finally online, I can “quickly” go through the rest of the year in the usual summary-style blog post, just for the record (so when I am 80 I have stuff to read in my spare time – although I do wonder if I will ever have spare time, anyway…).
Almost immediately after coming home from Iceland we went to France with a few friends (and two dogs) for a cycling/relaxing holiday, staying in a small house in the tiny village of Margerides, just west of Les volcans d’Auvergne in the Massif central. This time the best cyclists from the previous year could not join, so the pace on the road was much more relaxed. We left Belgium one day earlier so I could drive in two parts, and also have a ride from Clermont-Ferrand, enjoying the warm sunshine and the beautiful landscape while biking past the Chaîne des Puys (a chain of volcanic cones – the Puy de Dôme being the most prominent), and over the Col de la Croix Morand (1401 m ASL). By the evening everybody arrived, so the following day all the guys joined for a nice and shorter – but very hot – ride over the Mont Bessou (a smaller local peak, with a bit of super steep climbing through the forest). A day later I went solo, doing a scenic loop over the highest pass of the region, the Col du Pas de Peyrol (1589 m ASL). The climb was made more difficult than expected by the strong, hot headwind – as soon as I noticed the small bar at the Col de Serre (an intermediate peak after a prolonged steep section through the forest), my bike basically automatically turned off the main road to give me a small break (and a cold local cola). From there on I basically had to stop on each col for an extra drink, and after the 100 km mark I pretty much just wanted to make it home for dinner and the Champions League Final (I will come back to this later). In the rest of the week we got some rain every second day, so I got a few bike-free days to relax, blog, and playing Mario Kart with the others (in the slightly cold and fireplace-scented living room). Every day we had nice breakfasts and delicious dinners together, mostly around the table in front of the house in the sunshine (and only occasionally inside, hiding from the rain).
For my fourth ride I planned a rollercoaster over the cols around the Puy de Sancy (the highest being the Col de la Croix St Robert at 1451 m ASL), and except for the first and last hour I was again accompanied by the guys. The curvy, open road leading down from the Col de la Croix St Robert was probably the nicest descent of the week. Two days later I headed South with Willem and Hao, riding over the Col de Neronne (1242 m ASL) into the Maronne valley. We finally managed to stop for a proper lunch too, having a nice galette in the scenic, historic village of Salers. For the last ride Steven got back on his bike too, so it was the four of us discovering the small roads over the grassy highlands of Montgreleix. The scenery was beautiful every day, the roads were perfect, and there was barely any traffic, so I can safely say that this region is another lesser known cycling paradise in France. (I biked 647 km with 12500 metres of elevation game during these days.)
Liverpool finished the Premier League season with a club-record 97 points (with only one defeat), unfortunately still one point behind Manchester City. But after the lost Europe League final three years ago, and the painful defeat in the Champions League final last year, the reds finally became champions of Europe again, for the 6th time in history, after beating Tottenham in the Champions League final (and we all know, Champions of Europe > Champions of England…).
The most memorable game on the way to victory was undoubtedly the return leg of the semi-final at Anfield. After being beaten in Barcelona by three goals, the Scousers managed to win 4:0 (thanks to a pair of goals from Wijnaldum and Origi – who then also scored the second goal of the final). It illustrates the quality of the team that nobody talks about this result as the Miracle of Anfield. It was not really a surprise. It was the reality. Statistically speaking the current Liverpool team is the best Liverpool team of all times, they are setting new records on the pitch every week, as of the 2nd of January they are unbeaten on their last 37 Premier League games, and they lead the league by 13 points with a game in hand (20 games played this season so far, 19 won and 1 drawn). Maybe this year will finally be our year. Winning the league (a feat Liverpool supporters are waiting for since 1989) would most likely guarantee a statue for Jürgen Klopp in front of the stadium. It is amazing what he has achieved here during his four years so far. And just for the record, Liverpool also won the European Super Cup against the Europe League winners Chelsea, and the FIFA Club World Cup, completing the international treble of 2019, making them not only statistically, but also officially the best team of the world for now.
Let’s move over to the tidbits category. The annual team building activity at work was a virtual reality game this year, which was unexpectedly awesome. Being able to actually move around – and not only look around – in the VR environment (we were walking around in a large empty room with a VR headset and a force-feedback gun, and our real life position in the empty room was translated into movement in the VR world by sensors around us) made the whole experience extremely immersive – I even fell once because I wanted to lean against a virtual wall while crunching in cover, completely forgetting that it was not a physical object, which resulted in me rolling/felling to my right and laughing at myself – immediately realising the nature of the mistake I just made. I also had a few fun hours while assembling the new LEGO NASA Apollo 11 Lunar Lander (10266), which is now one of the many lego sets on display in our living room.
By the summer solstice I felt strong on the bike again (thanks to the cycling holiday and some good training rides afterwards), so it was time for my annual epic ride. On the longest day of the year I left Leuven not much after sunrise to ride my bike to the heart of the Ardennes (Trois-Points) and back. With 310 km, 4217 meters of elevation gain, and a ride time of 12 hours and 36 minutes (plus two hours of food and photo stops in total), this became my longest solo ride so far (plus 3rd by elevation gain, and finishing on the top of the virtual podium by duration – even including group rides too). Maybe not completely unexpectedly or surprisingly, my motivation to ride the bike fell off a cliff almost immediately after this epic day, and as a consequence I biked as much in the second half of the year as I did in the month of June… I still liked being on the bike, but I got a bit bored of the local roads (especially in crap weather), or training without a goal – beyond reaching a magic number at the end of the year -, and I think I just wanted to do something else for a change. Anyway, I still had three nice rides in the months that followed, once with colleagues in Luxembourg (with still quite good legs), then alone around the highest roads of Belgium, finally with a colleague in the unknown corner of the Belgium-Germany-Luxembourg border region. All really nice places to cycle. Lately I started to feel getting out of shape though, so I got a new direct drive trainer and a temporary subscription to Zwift, hoping to rebuild some form in the coming months (I am three trainings into a 12 week training plan, so I think I got my motivation back), so when spring comes around with nice weather, I will be capable of biking more than 30 km at more than 25 km/h… And while the contrast is very big compared to the last few years – when I biked through the winter without any rest period (probably playing a role in this burnout) -, it is actually not much different from my first seasons as a cyclist, so I think as long as I am not picking up too much weight I don’t have a real reason to panic. (Just for the history books, I finished 2019 with 7054 km, which is my 3rd lowest sum ever.)
By the way, on the eve of my solstice ride, just when I was going to go to bed, the most amazing display of Noctilucent Clouds lit up the Northern horizon, so even though I really wanted to get at least 6 hours of sleep, I had to settle with 5, because I simply could not let the display of the decade (or century) pass by without taking a few pictures. But it was definitely worth it.
It has been a while again, so it is time for another diary-style entry. My new job at TML is going well, I spent the first days reading course texts to get a bit of basic background knowledge (Traffic demand modelling, Transportation systems, Basics of transport economycs, etc.), but soon after I already started working on actual tasks. I am involved in the ClairCity project, by doing fleet models (basically mileage and emission predictions for different propulsion-type vehicle groups in cities), and mode-choice models (trying to tell what kind of transport mode a person will choose based on some input parameters, e.g., what is the chance that a young adult who has an average income and no car chooses to take the bike when she needs to take a 2 kilometer long commuting trip in the morning hours of the working week). This involves a lot of work with pretty cool statistical data bases, which I always liked. I presented some of my results already on one of our team meetings, and got to discuss with other people outside of TML on the annual ClairCity meeting in Sosnowiec (Poland) in April. I totally forgot to mention it the last time, but my brother (who is a flight attendant at Emirates) had visited me here in Leuven just a few days before I started my new job, and we had a nice burger and chat together :)
Thanks to a colleague I got involved in LeuvenAir, which is a citizen science project built on measuring fine dust concentrations using low-cost sensors in Leuven. I will write about this in more detail in a separate post, because having an air quality sensor quickly escalated into me buying a couple of more sensors, some wireless chips, and a small Raspberry Pi computer to make a complete weather and air-quality monitoring network around our apartment…
I had a pretty average early season on the bike, but average in this context is actually very positive, because the past years I always had a strong cycling spring. My “old” road bike surpassed the total mileage of my first road bike towards the end of April, becoming my highest mileage bike so far (32365 km and counting), and after waiting for almost two months for proper dry weather and clean roads, I finally got to ride my new bike during the annual Tornado Club-weekend in the Ardennes (and for already a total of 2252 km since then). The second ride during that long weekend in the Ardennes was actually my highest elevation gain ride within the borders of Belgium ever.
It is a shame that the Instagram photos taken during rides are not visible anymore on Strava (only when added manually afterwards, which I do now), because I really enjoyed that I can just look back at these there :(
On top of all of this, in the beginning of May we had a week of cycling between the Ardèche and the Cévennes regions in France, which was pretty nice. Those without the bike could enjoy the sunshine at our private pool, and an excursion to Nîmes on the afternoon of the rest day. In six days I biked 665 km with almost 11000 meters of elevation gain, most of the time on small, practically traffic-free roads in great weather. (The week after it was snowing there, so we were definitely a bit lucky.) All rides were great (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6), but the most memorable moments are from the second day and the rest day.
On the second day just after reaching the top of the climb leading up to the Plateau de Montselgues we got into a thunderstorm. I thought the best is to keep on biking, because otherwise we would just get cold and wet (since there was not much shelter around), but things got much worse really soon. The storm quickly grew into a torrential downpour containing centimeter-sized hail, water was coming from everywhere (from above, from the road, and from the side blown by strong gusts of wind), and the temperature dropped to 8 degrees Celsius. I tried to descend towards the warmer altitudes as fast as I could, but it turns out that this way I basically kept going along with the core of the storm (because the people behind me who either took the descent slower or were still on the climb on the other side of the mountain got much less extreme weather, some even made it without encountering any ice). It took me more than a half hour to get down the mountain, of which at least 20 minutes was in hail (which was not only painful but also left impact cracks on the top layer of my helmet at multiple spots). At the bottom I was shaking from the cold, so I stepped into the first open pub I saw, ordered two hot chocolates (when I actually managed to form words from shaking), and got hugged by a large middle-aged French lady while trying to warm up (which was a bit more intimacy than what I would be normally comfortable with from a stranger, but she was so warm!). It took me 20 minutes to get into a state that we could continue… Luckily as soon as I got back on the bike I managed to warm up quickly, and since it was not raining anymore, things got back to normal very fast.
For the rest day I included the climb to the Mont Bouquet (also known as the local wall) in the route, and if you think 4.6 km at an average 9% simply would not be enough for a recovery ride, then you might be one of the lucky few who would have honestly appreciated the 500 meters at 16-18% in the middle :D (The rest was also typically in the double digits, and only a few short flat/downhill sections pulled the average below ten percent.) That was an epic climb, but I am sure nobody will let me plan rest-day rides anymore. Besides the biking, I got a short initiation into fly-fishing from Willem, and we had a nice campfire on the last evening. Driving back was a bit less fun after a week of cycling, but there is nothing I can not handle with a liter of coffee I guess…
Since we came back Filou (our adopted cat) is much more cuddly and affectionate than he was before, he comes to sit with me in the couch every evening (he used to always lie in one of his spots before, now he chooses me most of the time), and he follows me around the apartment quite often. He also became more vocal after being almost completely silent in the first few months, so now every day after work he runs to the door when one of us arrives home and probably tells us never dare to leave his side ever again. Or that he needs more attention. He is the cutest ball of fluff ever. My parents also had their annual visit, this time we went to the Durbuy, Dinant, and Gent. They also liked Filou :)
And last but not least, a few words about Liverpool FC. This season was again a very good one for us, and I managed to watch almost every game. While Coutinho was sold in the winter transfer window, with the arrival of Virgil van Dijk (and with the better and better performance of our young wing-backs) our defensive line got a serious upgrade, which resulted in a significantly less conceded goals in the second half of the season. Our front three (Mane, Firmino, and Salah) played wonderful football, and Mohamed Salah (the Egyptian king, running down the wing) broke most Premier League and Liverpool goal-scoring records during his first year in a red shirt.
We finished comfortably in fourth position in the league, and the glorious European nights have also returned to Anfield (a.k.a. Champions League football). After going through from the group, in the quarter- and semi-finals Liverpool played exhilarating football in front of the Kop (3-0 against Manchester City, 5-2 against Roma – We’ve conquered all of Europe, We’re never gonna stop…). As a result we played our second European Cup final in three years, which really says a lot about how good Jürgen Klopp’s team really is. Unluckily Mo Salah got injured early in the game, and our goalkeeper (Karius) made two huge mistakes, so we lost against Real Madrid, but reaching the final was already an amazing achievement. I liked this season’s team and jersey so much, that I even bought a special 125th anniversary double shirt boxed set including a replica of Liverpool’s first ever jersey from 1892, a 2017-18 home shirt, and a book of 25 historical photos. It is a really nice memorabilia. I am looking forward to the next season!
If you know me a bit, you must be aware that I am a huge fan of Liverpool FC. There is no simple explanation for this, but basically since I watch football, I was always a Liverpool supporter. People like to say: “It is not you who choose Liverpool, but it is Liverpool that chooses you”, and I prefer to believe this. Everything started around the summer of 1998 (I was 13 back then), when I saw the 18 year old Michael Owen play for England, and I heard that he was a Liverpool player, so I kind of just decided that I will support this team. It was a ‘thing’ among the guys in my class to support a team from the big leagues, so of course I had to pick one too, but I did not want to go for, e.g., Juventus or Real Madrid, like almost everyone else. Back then I had no idea about Liverpool, about any of the other players, or its amazingly rich history. I did not know anything about the glory days the team had seen before, or the tragedies it had to overcome, both in England and in Europe. Anyway, I had a look at the results sometimes, and whenever I would play with the actual FIFA video game, I would play as Liverpool FC.
The first game that I actually recall watching, is the final of the UEFA Cup from 2001. It was a goal-feast that ended with Liverpool claiming a 5-4 win thanks to an own-goal just when already everyone was expecting the clash to go into penalties. Then of course there was the Champions League final in 2005, the miracle of Istanbul; Liverpool winning from three goals behind against A.C. Milan thanks to an amazing comeback in the second half (and a penalty shootout after 3-3 and two halves of extra time). I will never forgive myself that at half time I stopped watching because I had an exam in theoretical physics at the university the next morning, and I lost all hope anyway that Liverpool could still have anything to play for after the first 45 minutes. Then the next morning I saw a photograph of Steven Gerrard on the front page of the newspaper, holding the cup and celebrating with the reds… I am never going to forget that moment, and since then I never stopped watching a Liverpool game, no matter how bad they were doing.
During the coming years they still did quite well in the Champions League, and with a team built around the chemistry between Gerrard and Fernando Torres they almost became champions in 2009, but after that, things fell apart. There were problems with the ownership, the management, and the results stopped to come. While the best players left, Gerrard stayed and proved that even in modern football, loyalty for your team and your supporters can still be a real thing. Then the owners of the Boston Red Sox bought the team – saving it from bankruptcy -, and brought along a good philosophy and a viable business plan. By the 2013/14 season I was already watching basically every game online. This was our (and sadly Steven Gerrard’s) last glorious season, demolishing the defences of the Premier League with the SAS (Suarez and Sturridge) week after week. There were some amazing games; Suarez scoring 4 goals agains Norwich (and goals that made it to the top 5 goals of the Premier League that season), or trashing Everton (4-0), Arsenal (5-1), Manchester United (3-0), and Tottenham (5-0 and 4-0) with shocking margins. We also conceded way too many goals, but as long as the SAS was scoring more than the opponents did, things were OK (so there were memorably nerve-wrecking games ending 3-2 and 6-3 too). In total Liverpool scored 101 goals, and they played such an exhilarating football, that suddenly everyone was talking about us. It was the first time in many years that I did not have to explain to anyone why I am a Liverpool supporter. At the end, Liverpool did not win the league (they finished with 84 points, two behind Manchester City), and the way we lost it was very painful. No matter how tearful the defeat (or slip) against Chelsea was, it was such an amazing season, that I personally – but maybe secretly every Liverpool supporter – was happy with a second place finish.
We were hoping for the same the next year, but things did not work out well; Suarez left and without him the team collapsed. We had a few good players, but the ship was drifting without a captain, as Gerrard seemed tired and disappointed, and Brendan Rodgers could not reinvent his tactics anymore. Then last year finally Jurgen Klopp took over the wheel and became the new manager, and things started to work better almost immediately. We even made it to the final of the Europe League (know as the UEFA Cup earlier), which we did not win, but this European campaign produced another unforgettable game during the return leg of the semi-final against Dortmund (Jurgen’s previous team), where Liverpool came back from two goals behind to make it 4-3 just a few minutes from the final whistle. Things are looking good so far this season, as we play very good against the big teams, but sometimes we have trouble against the small ones, and you can not win the league like that. But if Leicester City can became champions, then any team can do it…
Of course I always wanted to go and watch a Liverpool game, and while travelling across Europe is not a challenge for me anymore, getting tickets to Anfield is never going to be an easy task. The stadium is basically always sold out. Most seats are occupied by season-ticket holders, while the few remaining spots are sold with such conditions (e.g., you can only buy a ticket if you have been to 8 home games in the past two seasons), that are practically impossible to fulfil when you don’t live on the Merseyside (which is of course understandable). Then there are a bunch of crazy expensive hospitality tickets (basically VIP tickets) too, but as I just said it, those are crazy expensive (I am talking about prices in the four digit range). I always knew that Thomas Cook had some cheaper (and much less VIP) hospitality packages too (a match-day ticket combined with at least one night stay in the city), but if you add that to the cost of actually getting to Liverpool, then things start to be on the too expensive side again.
This is why things got interesting when I got invited to a conference a few months ago which was going to be held in the Lake District, just north of Liverpool. This invitation meant that I had to go to the region for work anyway, so I could save the travel costs if there was a game on the weekend before or after the conference. The schedule for the 2016/17 Premier League season was released on the 15th of June, and a few minutes after the dates became public, I was already on the site of Thomas Cook Sport with my VISA card ready. I could literally see as they started uploading the games one-by-one to their booking system. It was quite an impulse purchase, without much thinking, but it is good that I did not wait long, because all the tickets were gone within one day. At the end I added an extra night to the booking for practical reasons, which made it 420 GBP in total (so the ticket + two nights in a hotel). The plan was to travel to Liverpool on the 9th of September, watch the game on the 10th, then continue to the conference on the 11th to arrive in time for the welcome drinks on the afternoon. Perfect timing! And it also appeared to be the perfect game; Liverpool would play against Leicester City, the unlikely champions of the last season, and it would also be their first game in front of the extended Main Stand (a stand that was fully refurbished and extended with 8500 seats during the past 18 months). In addition to this, it would be also my first football game ever (I like to start big). No need to say that I was getting pretty excited in the days leading up to my departure.
At the end I decided to take the train all the way from home instead of first flying to Manchester, so I took the Eurostar to London, then a Virgin train to Liverpool. When I arrived the weather was pretty British. The temperature was in the (very) low twenties, but due to the strong wind and the grey, overcast sky, things felt surprisingly chilly. My first route took me to the official Liverpool FC Club Store, where I got a home jersey and a matching scarf (for a total of 60 GBP, but I did not want to go to the game without these, and anyway, seeing Liverpool FC at Anfield is priceless, and for everything else, there is MasterCard VISA). As my hotel was quite far outside the city centre, I wanted to walk around a bit before going there, but just when I reached the docks at the Mersey, it started raining. Therefore I decided to cut the sightseeing short (postponing it to the following day), and after an early dinner (around five) in an Italian restaurant, I took the bus to the hotel. I spent the evening watching Netflix, and thinking about the schedule of the next day.
After a good night of sleep, I got up relatively early on Saturday, and as soon as I went down for breakfast, It became clear to me that I was not the only Liverpool supporter staying in the hotel; the dining area was basically red. I took the bus to Anfield around 9:30, because even though kick-off was only at 17:30, I still had to collect my ticket from the ticket office, and I was advised to do that between 10 and 12:30 (because later on things might get busy). When I received my ticket, I could finally fully relax. (I know, I had no reason to be nervous, but I still did not feel 100% OK before having a ticket in my hands.) I walked around the stadium, but the new areas around the Main Stand were still closed off for the workers who were busy with the final touches. In any case I checked out the two famous iron gates, and the view from Stanley Park. Then I hopped back on the bus and went to the centre to act like a proper tourist for a while. I wondered around the Albert Dock, visited the Museum of Liverpool, and walked along the Mersey to have a nice view at the historical buildings on the waterfront (among which the Royal Liver Building carries the two original Liverbird statues on its towers).
In the meantime the Sun came out and the weather got pretty nice. The city was full of people wearing the team colours. The capacity of the stadium is now 54000 (up from 45000 thanks to the extension), which means that more than 10% of the population was going to be on the game on the evening, but the ratio on the streets in the centrum seemed clearly higher than that. I also saw a few Leicester supporters, but this is England, so they had nothing to worry about being surrounded by the red sea. (It is so strange that the supporters of the PL clubs never show any violence, but the English fans at UEFA and FIFA events usually wreak havoc…) After having a simple sandwich-lunch in the sunshine on the stairs of the Liverpool One shopping centre (because a significant part of the centrum is basically a huge shopping mall), I took the bus back to Anfield around 14:30. It was still early enough to avoid the crowds, and have a bit of time to enjoy the atmosphere around the stadium before moving inside.
When I arrived I walked around the new areas, and payed my respects at the Hillsborough memorial. It was very emotional, as there were a few people there who clearly knew someone from the 96 who died in 1989 in one of the worst disasters of football. On the bright side, there was live music, beautiful blue sky, and an unmistakeable positive buzz in the air, with everyone looking forward to the first game in the renewed and extended stadium. With less than two hours to go, I decided that it was time to move inside. As a hospitality ticket holder, I had to enter through the Main Stand Reception, then go up one floor to The Anfield Beat Lounge. This is a smaller lounge exclusively for Thomas Cook Sport customers (as basically they handle all tickets in this hospitality section). Here we got the Matchday programme for free (along with some tee or coffee upon entrance), and we could buy drinks and some food before the game, or simply just hang out and enjoy the live music or watch TV (updating live from all the other PL games). Maybe getting a pint of cola was not the most clever idea, but the other size looked so tiny… Anyway, one hour before kick-off I went outside to find my seat.
I sat in the lower tier of the Main Stand (Block L15, Row 38, Seat 209), below the start of the new extension, but thanks to the full overhaul of this side of the stadium, the seats and surfaces were brand new. It was a good spot, not too far from the field, and basically in line with the end of the penalty box in front of the Kop, so for the first half I saw the defending better, while in the second half the team was attacking in front of me. There was an Australian couple sitting on my left (and some Germans on my right), who were nice enough to take a few pictures of me while chatting about our love for the team. A good 45 minutes before kick-off the teams came out to warm up. I was feeling like a child at Christmas. I could name all the Liverpool players on the field without seeing the numbers (which were not yet visible at that point anyway), and I could barely wait till the start of the game.
Then less than 10 minutes before the start I still had to run back to the toilet because the pint of cola from earlier was putting a lot of pressure on me, but (since nobody was at the toilets by then) I made it back in time to see the team come back out for the handshakes. The Kop (one of the stands in the stadium) was the musical director: their flags were flying high and proud, they sang various club-songs, then moments before kick-off, as the first notes of You Will Never Walk Alone left the loudspeaker system, the whole stadium stood up, we held our scarves up, and 50000 people sang along. I tried to imagine many times how it might feel to be there and sing YNWA with so many others, but I never thought that it would be so emotional. I could barely sing in the first minute, because I was literally fighting with my tears. It was beautiful. Then as soon as the song ended, we sat down and the game started.
Football games in the UK are more like a theater, people clap every time there is something nice on the field, and sing here and there to support their team. Applauding did not need coordination, but for the singing part, most often the Kop started something and the other stands joined in. So there was plenty of “We are Liverpool, tra-la-la-la-la…”, and “Poetry in motion” from time to time. There was not a single song about Leicester, or anything hurtful against anyone. Maybe we shouted “ref” once or twice when the referee clearly made a mistake, but that was it. The atmosphere was really great! The first few minutes Leicester dominated, but the tide turned very soon. From our first goal, it became a gala evening celebrating the new stand, and a fresh-looking, promisingly motivated team with four goals. I would have been happy to experience just a goalless draw at Anfield too, but seeing four goals against last year’s champions was just unbelievable. And with each goal we jumped up, celebrating and cheering, I was high-fiving with random people around me, and singing along with the Kop, delirious with joy.
Firmino opened up the scoring after a clever run in the 13th minute, rolling the ball past Schmeichel, then Mane doubled the lead with a chip shot after a beautiful backheel pass from Sturridge in the 31st minute. Soon afterwards we had a few difficult moments after a mistake from Lucas (and the referee not knowing a rarely cited rule) brought Leicester back in the game, but the team managed to survive the remaining time from the first half, and calm down during half time. Speaking of the break, the water lines in the new stands will still need a bit of work, because the taps and toilets were pretty much dry by then, but that was really the only flaw I noticed. Liverpool dominated the 2nd half too, and after Lallana scored a real screamer into the top left corner in the 56th minute, there was no question about who would win the game. It was totally unbelievable to see that goal happen right in front of me with my own eyes. The icing on the cake was delivered in the 89th minute by Firmino who passed the ball into an empty net after a well executed counter attack. At the end we sang YNWA again, the players and the manager thanked our support before leaving the pitch, and just like that, it was over. I wish it could have lasted a bit longer.
After the game the surrounding streets were flooded with happy supporters walking towards their buses/taxis/cars under a golden sky, and even though I was among the lucky few who had to get on a bus heading out of the city (and not towards the centrum), it still took us a good twenty minutes to make it through the critical streets. I got off early to grab something for dinner in a fast food restaurant, then walked the remaining part to the hotel (as the next bus was due in 40 minutes). It was an unforgettable day, I hope I can return to Anfield for another game soon.
I spent the next days in the Lake District at a conference (STARS 2016: Understanding the Roles of Rotation, Pulsation and Chemical Peculiarities in the Upper Main Sequence – Celebrating the life’s work of Don Kurtz).
I was an invited speaker, so I gave a 25 minute talk entitled “Rotation and mixing in SPB stars – Where are we now?” It was a nice week; the location was great, the hotel was quite fancy, the food was delicious, and most of the talks were very interesting.
On our excursion to a local garden we even got to see a Gibbs Heliochronometer – a special sundial that is precise to a minute thanks to a built in correction plate that takes care of the equation of time. I would like to go back and do some hiking and/or biking in this area at one point, maybe as part of a UK roadtrip, but hopefully in a dry period.
After coming home from Italy, the PlayStation 4 took over the spot of my old and beloved PlayStation 3 in the living room (but we sold it for good money, so now someone else is still happy with it), and I enjoyed quite a few evenings playing with FIFA 15. (I also got Destiny for free, but I lost interest in that extremely quickly…) Since then, I won everything with Liverpool, playing maybe even better than they actually did last spring. And although I am a Liverpool supporter since something like 1998 (back then I really liked Owen on the World Cup, and as I figured he played for Liverpool, I chose them), this past season made me even pay for an official membership :) Then Suarez bit out a piece of our heart and left, but luckily the team is back in winning form after a miserable autumn by now, so all is good. I especially like Coutinho these days, but the team is filled with young talents, so the future seems bright. Anyway, probably none of you is interested in this, so…
In October I went to La Palma to be the support astronomer of our Master students at the Mercator Telescope. It’s not only a teaching duty for me, but something I really like to do. I have now 89 nights behind my back at this telescope, so I am sure I can say I am a Mercator-expert! Being at the telescope also meant playing a lot of Kerbal Space Program (if I had more time I would totally write another review of this game), and watching the LEGO movie again. (Everything is awesome!!!)
In the beginning of November we spent a long weekend in Spa, but not in the spa. We went hiking (Day 1 and Day 2) during the day through the beautiful forest and the swampy grasslands of the Fens, and then went for nice dinners (sushi, burgers, and local specialities) in the city on the evenings. It was a great weekend. And even though I accidentally booked the tickets to Interstellar also for the very same weekend, we got to see it at another time. And another one. What a great movie! Not much later we had a delicious brunch in Leuven at Zoff (which was still a present for my PhD). Then already almost in the middle of November we went to Villers-la-Ville to visit the ruin abbey, and since it was something like 20°C, we had a nice time walking around and taking pictures.
In December – as usual – we went to Budapest. We finally managed to check out the restored Várkert Bazár, we had a very nice thunderstorm-lit dinner in Zona (and lots of kürtőskalács), and also spent some lazy days (filled with presents and eating) at my parents’.
Then from the moment we arrived back to Belgium till the very end of January (except for New Year’s Eve, which we spent watching movies, and eating great Asian food and equally good unhealthy snacks), most of our evenings and weekends were devoted to Dragon Age: Inquisition. It was the PS4 game I bought especially because I thought Clio would maybe like watching it, while I was not even sure I would like it, but then, from the first moments until the end credits 95 hours later, we could barely stop playing with it (even Clio started her own story, but then she said watching it was better). It was the game of the year for me (and for other people too), no doubt. I even have a few videos on YouTube about killing the dragons! It was so good, that I almost forgot that we had also completed 50% of Far Cry 4 before that. But the other half is still waiting for me to finish…
In the meantime I also kept going to my Dutch classes, since even though I don’t really like spending my evenings there, it is very useful. On Level 3 I got 84%, and I can talk with Clio quite well in Dutch. (Her Hungarian is also getting better and better, especially given how much more difficult that is. She is surprisingly good!)
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