Benelux to Alpine Turf Club.

Written by Kurt aka Urko

Logo Benelux

Day 1

Amsterdam Holland, the orange country.

The Benelux comitee of parties was waiting impatiently for the torch to arrive, it was getting winter in Holland, with cold storms and wet showers. In the horizon a little dot suddenly appeared: Holygohst had arrived after a long trip on his horse, who looked more like a washed up camel after the trip.

Holyghost immidiately recognized Yochem with his famous long hair covered under a merchandise hat from www.yoss.info. After such a long trip, holyghost deserved a good trip aswell and the entire comitee decided to treat him to a night in Amsterdam. Yochem knew the way because he went to university in the Red Light district, but low and behold, the first shop we entered wasn’t a window- but a bettingshop. Pascal, the residency manager looked awfully dissapointed when all he could play with were numbers that evening. It was heard that the coffeeshop across the road also did good buseniss that night.

Of course the money was well spent and after a couple of races we moved on to Hollandia House, the partyplace for the Equinics. Holland was partying a lot because the Dutch team has made the Championships for soccer. And do the Dutch know how to party! Holyghost couldn’t walk anymore after all the Heineken he flushed which kept streaming from the tap for free. Deep into the night, it was the always accurate Zeco who told us we had to leave to Schiphol to catch our private jet from WonderAir Travel, the company that travels the Benelux horses around the world. We are heading for Brussel. We left a sleeping holyghost at Schiphol, with a note around his neck, “I lost me camel and me wanna go home”

Day 2

Brussels The capital city of Europe.

After a 2 hour flight we arrived in the city of the night. Wonderboy Zeco took over the torch from Yochem when leaving the plane. But the drunk company were not allowed to leave the plane, they were being held by NATO-security officers. Unknown sources told that the reason was that they would search the plane after an anonymus phonecall, probably from one of the other residencies. After a couple of hours waiting in the company of criminals two officers took the Benelux members to a separate room. They had found some packets containing green stuff, obviously not something to be imported. We were told that some sample were currently sent to the lab for testing. All heads turned to Yochem who was staring into the deep. They were in deep trouble.

Half an hour later the officials came back with the labresults. “You are all free to go, the stuff they found was worthless”. Suddenly yochem stood up and his well known temper got the better of him. “What worthless, I paid huge for that stuff!!! It’s impossible its worthless, I want a second opinion from another lab!!!”. Seven heads turned to Yochem and Mano took a step towards yochem and smacked him in the face. Yochem was KO and not causing any trouble anymore.

Pacal and Mano carried yochem outside and the trip could continue, the Benelux was saved from another disaster. The torch was returned and Johnny deKeyser, Benelux member and real life jockey in Great Brittain, was carrying it through Brussel. A lot of belgium choclats were bought as a present to our fellow members and the Belgium beers were all tested thoroughly. Leffe triple, Grimbergen triple and Duvel were among the favorites.

How times flies when you are intoxicated, because we had to move to our hometown, Ostend. No customs this time, we go by train.

Day 3

Ostend, the Grande Vieille Dame of the sea cities. The major was welcoming us and was telling proudly how Ostend Racetrack was built in 1882 by the name of Wellington Hippodrome in the name of the King. In the early days the track was immensely popular among royals and upperclass, having huge tote turnovers and huge pursemoney. Even the king of persiah was seen a lot in Ostend in those days

Manager pascal took over the torch to proudly show it in the VIP-room. All Royals were very impressed by our appearance and we got lots of invitations to visit them. Our own jockey Johnny ha d especialle booked a ride for this day on the horse of his brother Freddy called Lampard, and of course he won the most richest race. Mano and Freddy had been walking the trainer areas to get some hot tips, and of course they never failed. We needed an extra van for all the money. Fortunately we have high banking connections, so we could laundry the money to buy some more horses in auction in the SIM

After the last race we were invited to a royal banquet, with a tower of champagne. (BTW Never give yochem champagne.) The torch was in the middle of the banquet, lighting all the delicate foods. Pascal, Dirk and Kurt were guarding it with their life, untill the champagne gort the better of them, then they start using the torch to lite their funny sigarettes. Of course zeco was the one with the clear head and we were summoned to get ready for the last day of the trip.

Day 4

Luxemburg. De Ardennen

Durbuy,the city of Hare Krishna.

Of all invitations we got to pay a town visit with our Equinics tour, we had accepted Durbuy in Luxembourg. After three days of travelling we all were a bit exhausted. Not from the drinking and smoking, we are used to that, but that carrying of the torch was a bit heavy.

Durbuy in Luxembourg is the city of the Hare Krishna’s and the Upper-Hare had kindly invited us to gain some spritual strength for the upcoming equinics and some days of rest.

When we arrived in the luxuruos chateau of the Upper-Hare Krishna we first got a shave and new clothes in Krishna tradition. We were all wearing orange dresses and enjoying the serenity of the chateau. When meeting the leader of the Krishna’s yochem politely took his hat of and all his long hair was shown much to the horror of the Krishna’s who don’t like to see much hair on a head. 5 guards were needed to tie yochem down to bring his hair to a more bald style according to Krishna nature. The local Lama was personally going to shave yochem’s head completely bald. Yochem had almost fainted and was trying to get clemency from Arnold Schwarzenegger. Nothing helped, a couple of minutes later yochem was as bold as a billiardball. To top it of yochem was baptised as an official member of the Hare Krishna:

A new life was born: Mantra Hollandia Krishna everybody was chanting. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.The Equinics for Benelux!!

It is unknown how long yochem can deprive himself from his intoxications, gambling, sex and eating of animal related stuff. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.The Equinics for Benelux!!

Zeco had already his helicopter ready to bring the torch to the ATC. All where chanting Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.The Equinics for Benelux!! Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.The Equinics for Benelux while the helicopter turned into a dot on his way to Italy. On board 8 sleeping members of the Benelux