Natuurhistorisch Museum Maastricht


Vandaag hebben wij het Natuurhistorisch Museum bezocht in Maastricht met de vouchers van de Lidl actie. Normaliter zouden wij aan de entreekaartjes 36,30 euro kwijt zijn geweest en met de vouchers 6 euro. Vandaag hadden wij echter een dubbele meevaller. Vanwege Vaderdag mochten de papa's gratis naar binnen en dochterlief mocht ook gratis naar binnen omdat er een toegangsbewijs in haar WNF rangerboekje zat. De andere 4 konden met de Lidl vouchers naar binnen zodat wij vandaag 4 euro betaald hebben voor de entree i.p.v. 36,30 euro. Een besparing dus van 32,30 euro!

Het museum ligt in Maastricht op een hele mooie plek vlak naast de stadsmuur en het park. Het is echt een prachtig stukje Maastricht dus we waren gelijk gecharmeerd en toen moesten we nog naar binnen.  Bij binnenkomst kreeg je de mogelijkheid om de tas te bewaren in een kluisje waar je dan kosteloos een sleutel voor kreeg. Ik vind dit erg bezoekersvriendelijk.

Als eerste hebben wij de tentoonstelling

“MAMA!” De speurtocht naar ideale ouders bezocht. Een tentoonstelling over broedzorg in de natuur met diverse voorbeelden . Van beesten met ontzettend veel kinderen die het zelf moeten uitzoeken, tot troetelouders die jarenlang hun kroost verzorgen. Er waren opgezette dieren te zien en aan de wanden hingen hele mooie en duidelijke foto's met een begeleidende tekst erbij.


Bij binnenkomst zie je een afgietsel  in de vloer liggen, erg mooi gedaan. Het leuke vind ik dat ze dit op meerdere plekken in de regio gedaan hebben, in Aken zie je dit ook vaak. Door een glazen deur kon je naar de kelder waar je een voorbeeld een vuursteenmijn en een ondergrondse kalksteengroeve! In de nagebouwde ondergrondse mijnen is te zien (en te horen) hoe in het verleden vuursteen werd gedolven en mergelbouwsteen werd gewonnen. Ook was er een preparateur aan het werk die je vragen kon stellen. Hij was achter het glas aan het werk maar via een camera kon je inzoomen in zijn werkruimte. Erg leuk gedaan.

Er was ook een tuin aanwezig waar o.a. een bijenstal was. In de heemtuin van het museum vind je bijna alle planten die je hier in de omgeving in het wild zou kunnen vinden. Het was heerlijk om hier doorheen te lopen en je gaat als mensen zonder groene vingers toch opeens anders kijken naar al dat "onkruid" als er bordjes bij staan. Gek is dat hé.

Mocht ik ooit in de gelukkige omstandigheid komen te verkeren dat ik mijn droomhuis vind dat wil ik ook zo'n kamer als deze met opgezette dieren. Het 'bruin museum': Hoe zag een museum en honderd jaar geleden uit? Je ziet het in het 'Bruin Museum', een opstelling met talloze bijzondere planten en dieren uit Zuid-Limburg en uit verre landen.Ik weet niet wat het is maar ik vind dat dus prachtig. Bij binnenkomst zag de ratjes met hun staarten in elkaar. Ik was gefascineerd door de bijbehorende uitleg. Omdat het op de collage niet echt duidelijk is plaats ik hem hieronder nog een keertje. Zeg nou zelf, dit is toch bijzonder. Mijn fantasie gaat als ik zoiets lees in elk geval met mij op de loop.

De natuur van Limburg VROEGER Een reis door de tijd, Bèr, Schuivende continenten, Mosasauriërs, De Nederlandse Dino, Vuursteen en mergel, Op bezoek bij de vos, Aquaria, Dynamiek - Limburg 'Nu', De landschappen, De Insectenkamer etc. om nu elk onderdeel te bespreken gaat wat ver want het is een breed opgezet museum zonder te groot zijn. Ik vond de omvang erg prettig en de afwisseling die wel naadloos op elkaar aansloot erg verfrissend. Het is niet nodig om de hele dag door het museum rond te lopen al kan dat natuurlijk best maar ook als je dat niet wilt doen dan kun je toch alles bekijken. De sfeer was gemoedelijk en fijn. Ik vind het een aanrader om te bezoeken. Mocht je interesse hebben om een keertje het Natuurhistorisch Museum in Maastricht te bezoeken klik dan hier om op de site van het museum te komen.

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Requiem: Chapter 5
- Just in time Stephen March could save himself from a certain death with a lateral leap. The bright red glider drilled into the window of ' Redstone & Son ', a branch of a Western electronics company that had gained a foothold in the New World. One of the first groups to have won this authorization after the Second Cold War. The reinforced windows of the electronics store were no match for the kinetic forces of the runaway vehicle. The window glass splits into countless small pieces. At the last moment, Stephen had seen the murder vehicle rushing at him in the light of the window window. His rapid reaction, an instinctive reflex at the moment itself - was happiness or perhaps the result of his daily workout - had given him that small chance and saved his life. Because most of the pieces of glass had been broken up by the movement of the glider inside the shop space, March had not suffered any serious cuts. His pants and vest were torn and smeared by the fall, and his left leg was a little worse planed by the unsoft contact with the concrete, but the rest was not easy.. While he was still recovering from the first shock, he heard above the panicked screams of the pedestrians who witnessed the event, from the store a metallic scraping. To his great surprise, he saw the red carlide moving out of the storefront and turning to him. Stephen frowned amazed the eyebrows. Apparently, that killing machine was targeting him. This wasn't a coincidence, not an ordinary accident.. His hunch shouted at him a single word: “Run!’. He took the first street on the right at a delirious pace, almost slipping he could just avoid a pedestrian who was angry behind him. A second later he heard a bons accompanied by a creepy scraping sound. Stephen looked backwards and saw the unfortunate passerby crushed by the chasing autobot slipping along the wall in a blood-red pattern. The fear knocked him in the throat, the adrenaline made him run even faster. He thought the Metro, I should get it.. There, the runaway computer car wouldn't be able to follow him. He jumped up the stairs with two steps at the same time that would lead him to the main street via a few inland roads and also to the entrance of the underground train network. Whenever he reached the end of one of those roads, he heard the murderous vehicle approaching and blowing his neck like a hot breath. He walked even faster, and it seemed like he was given wings because of the fear that drove him. Eventually he came into the street where the entrance to the Metro was. He saw it as a redeeming mouth that would swallow it up. Another ten meters. With his last breath he squeezed out one last sprint. With a tiger jump, he plunged forward down the stairs and hurtfully rolled to the bottom of the entrance, where he hoped to be safe from the murderous autobot. Stephen felt vomited. It was a miracle, but apparently he didn't break anything at first sight, even though he was in pain everywhere. He crawled stumbling and leaning against a pillar again upright. The red monster remained hovering in front of the entrance to the Metro for a while and then disappeared out of sight.. People looked at him with fear, and many walked around him in a wide bow.. In the light of a window of a train he saw the reason. He just looked like a wreck. In the toilet of the underground, he tried to decent his clothes some and take up the worst damage. All in all, it turned out to be too easy. All his muscles were stiff due to the intense effort but nothing felt broken to. He bled from a number of small wounds to the elbows and hands. The abrasions on his leg did not look really life-threatening, although it had to be taken care of professionally. Stephen should see a doctor as soon as possible for a skilled patch. Now he no longer looked like a diplomat Stephen March, but more like a clochard who had walked into the wall several times in his alcoholic haze... or perhaps fell down the stairs of the Metro. His first idea was to tell the police everything and file a complaint against strangers. Only then did he realize that he had not seen a license plate number on his murderous stalker. In the New World all gliders or autobots were numbered on the bottom, the doors and the top of the vehicles. So one could immediately see or find out which city or area they came from. In addition, the windows were darkened so that he could not disclose the face of the driver or occupants. weird! He would wait a while to visit the police. His sixth sense told him that he might do more harm than good with that.. After an hour on the emergency service of the nearest hospital, he was given the necessary iodine tincture, special adhesive plasters containing an antibiotic and gauze dressing - and what was especially important - a strong painkiller. His leg was not broken, but still hit worse than he had previously suspected. Stephen told the doctor on duty that he had fallen from the stairs of the subway entrance due to a misstep and sustained those injuries. Even if that was only half the truth, it wasn't a lie. It sounded really convincing how Stephen brought it, but this explanation also avoided any annoying questions from the doctor on duty or a mandatory visit to the law services. Stephen March didn't get high on the Security Service right now, especially after the unsolved murder of his half-sister Suzy. The idea of walking a block and a little more at Redstone & Son to inquire, he also rejected. Maybe any witnesses recognized him while the police were still there investigating the case. What intrigued him most of all was the reason behind this unexpected attack on his person. Why was he attacked, hunted like a wild animal, eventually he was also nearly killed? What was the point, what was behind this, was this connected to Suzy's murder?? All the questions haunted in his head. He felt hunted and anxious and looked around as he sought his way back. When he was back at his apartment, he first poured himself a good whiskey.. He knew that it was not wise to mix medicines and alcohol, but this was an exception to the rule. His hand was still shaking slightly when the golden moisture was poured into the crystal glass. He took a big sip of Chivas Regal. Stephen felt the fluid that immediately warmed him a way to his stomach, which now settled some. Stephen let the last hours before his mind's eye pass. After the identification with Suzy's personal items he had received from Mr. Huang, he went for a walk in the shopping streets of Sanctuary. Getting his feelings back under control after the psychological thump he got in the morgue. Then suddenly the red homicide vehicle that showed up at him? Stephen put the rest of his whiskey glass aside and poured out the contents of the canary yellow plastic bag with his sister's personal belongings, whom he miraculously could have saved during all those struggles of the last few hours, onto the table. There were the usual things that are usually found in the possessions of a woman. First of all, her torn and bloody garments, which he laid apart with due respect and a great piece of dismay. Another example of the lack of sympathy from the New World police forces. In the pocket there was also a torn handbag, a broken lip gloss, a key ring, a hairbrush that had also suffered under the trap, a crushed pack of started paper wipes and a wallet with some banknotes in it, some pictures, but all her credit cards were missing or withheld by the Security Service. Scattered, he was messing around in all the boxes of her wallet when he found between two pictures in a note pleated in two. March immediately recognized Suzy Chang's beautiful female handwriting. There was only one word on it and a number: “Passage 6.”. It didn't tell him anything. That couldn't be the note Captain Vastai was talking about. The conscious note that referred to him? The key ring of four keys he weighed equally predominantly in his palm. He immediately recognized the blue rectangles key of an autobot. Number SW280387. Nothing was referring to that Passage 6. One of the other three keys must have been from Suzy's apartment since the name was printed in the key bar of the residence where she was staying: ' Pinewood House Asurai ’. A number was printed on the tip of the bar: 837. As he already knew, this referred to the eighth floor apartment 37. The other two were still a mystery to him. A mystery that he would certainly try to solve. He wouldn't ask the police what those keys were for.. By the way, if they had been of some interest, he probably wouldn't have gotten it.. Maybe today he took a walk to Pinewood House Asurai. Stephen changed and took the elevator to the underground garage with a painful grimace on his face in his own autobot and entered the address of the residence. The speech recognition program looked this up in its internal memory, started the almost silent drive system and the vehicle automatically slipped into the traffic jam of the pre-programmed route. Stephen leaned weary backwards in the seat and waited with his eyes closed for him to reach his destination.. copyright Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Chapter 4 or 6 - Requiem: Chapter 4 - Requiem: Chapter 6 -
Enigmas Of The Universe Can Never Be Unraveled.
#nonfiction After remaining unemployed for some time, I got a job with Punjab State Civil Supplies Corporation (PUNSUP) - a state government organization - albeit on contract basis. I served this organization for about five years. My first posting was in Ludhiana which also happens to be my birthplace. At the Ludhiana Office, I became friends with Pardeep, who was also a new recruit like me. Ram Mehar was a small tea vendor at some distance from the Office. I, along with Pardeep, would visit Ram Mehar's kiosk invariably during the lunch time to have a refreshing cup of ginger, tulsi and cinnamon tea. Ram Mehar knew that I liked less sugar, so he would prepare my tea separately. Soon he became chummy, often discussed his family problems with me. After six months, I was transferred back to the Head Office, Chandigarh where I was deputed in the Accounts & Audit Branch. One day, while taking a stroll in Sector 34 during lunch time, I was astonished to find Ram Mehar in the market. Surprisingly I asked, "Ram Mehar, what are you doing here?" "Sahib ji, it's nice to see you again after a while. Sahib ji, I'm planning to shift to Chandigarh. So I'm looking for a suitable shop." he said, joyously.   "Good, let me know if you need any help." I said, started returning to my office. Next day, Pardeep came from Ludhiana to the Head Office, for some official work. He met me, we had lunch together. After the lunch, I told him about my meeting with Ram Mehar. He looked at me with startled eyes and said, "You must be joking. Don't you know that Ram Mehar died of heart attack last month!" For some days, I remained in a stupefied state. After recovering a bit from the shock, I wrote a letter to my Guru ji, telling him about the  incident. H.H. Swami Chinmayananda ji wrote back, "Son, there is nothing unusual about the incident that you have mentioned. The countless enigmas of this universe can never be unraveled, however hard the material sciences may try. The ways of the Lord are inscrutable. Son, just look around yourself. Innumerable, inanimate lumps of dirt are laughing, crying, eating, procreating. Can't you see this biggest of all miracles!" ~ Sanjay Gargish ~