Real rakija

Yes! I'm getting in the right mood. Got a little sip of 'real' rakija last night. The goody that usually is very well hidden in cupboards, on attics or lockers. The family stuff. The one I was served yesterday was one with a clear view (no wood aging) and made from that special one pear tree near Tuzla, Bosnia. And, to be honest: I've got to reformulate my view on distilates. This one was a very good one (fala Nihad).

If you think that I'm already on the road in the Balkan, I've to correct you. I'm still in NL, getting all my gear packed. But there's one more day of work in Apeldoorn with cake, talks and celebrations (I wonder who will celebrate me absence at the office for the coming 2.5 months, but I'd rather not know). After that, it's road time.